Usually, my dreams have some logic, but every time I focused on something and tried to remember it, it changed. Liquids turned to solids and solids to gasses, etc.
There was a part where I was walking through a high school/college hallway that I remember being in in a past dream. I was holding…something … It was a grabber tool, fake sword, something… and the guy to my left grabbed it and tried to pull it out of my hand.
I found out it was Charlie-Alpha who went on to say mean things about other people in the hall. I thought, “I don’t remember Charlie being that much of an asshole…” I think it was a way for my mind to remember the dream because if he were nice or passive, I wouldn’t have remembered the scene.
I remember an office that had a notice with red writing saying the office was closed.
There was a scene with steps carpeted in burgundy. I remember having to take off my red coat and being annoyed with spring and having to wear a coat in the first place.
There was another scene where I was trying to sell software or a product to a company. The place we met was open and the ceiling went up, at least, two stories. The walls were slate blue.