In the underground

I dreamed we were deep underground, several floors beneath the earth. Caverns held up by massive, dense pillars, lots of people roving around. It was a sub-basement of my daughter's school. In the crowd I thought I saw a woman I once knew from my old job, where we'd sit by the fountain in Journal Square eating hot dogs from Boulevard Drinks among the magnificent winos. She turned and was lost amidst the press, but then I thought I saw another friend from the graplling gym, going the opposite direction; I turned to get her attention, but she too disappeared from view.

I stood by a pillar, waiting, and my daughter finally showed up. I escorted her up and out of the cavernous underground and back home.

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I dreamed we were at a restaurant, dark and long, in a city someplace, the entire family. My daughter got up to go pay at the counter, and the lady working it recognize her from her grappling exploits. She gave my daughter back double the amount she had to pay. My daughter was delighted, but I was ashamed and tried to give the lady back the money, to no avail.