I was in a mall of some kind, where a speaker was going to give a presentation, though I don’t recall what the subject matter was.
Some of my college professors were in the audience, and I remember overhearing them talking about how they had concerns about what was going to happen at the presentation – which was going to begin soon.
The speaker walks on this small stage, which was lit up pretty nicely with blue, yellow, green lights – he was up there speaking very enthusiastically, however the audience, which was mainly 20 somethings, weren’t interested at all. After awhile, they started getting up, shuffling around, moving chairs, having loud conversations – yet the speaker kept going. My professors never said anything, they just sat there very still with disappointed looks on their faces.
The speaker finished his presentation without hesitation, and the room started clearing out, with people continuing to make a mess of the place. I got up and moved to the back, which was darker, and there was a smaller stage in the back facing another direction. While I was there, a group of girls got up on that stage in provocative clothing, dressed like angels and such, though they had on their clothes hebrew for “Jewish Virgins.”
The girl’s fathers were there, and it was apparently put on for the girls to tell the world how their religion is going to keep them pure. I remember sitting there, and having people all standing and having conversations around me, which eventually caused me to finally get up and leave the room.
Once I got out to the mall walkway area, I saw the attorney Rob Kuby, who I went up to and went to shake his hand. He made a “shooting a gun” hand motion for me to shake his two fingers, and next to him was a guy who I recognized his voice, but never saw what he looked like. I remember saying to the guy “oh, so that’s what you look like” and he said to me “I see that cricket on you.”
I looked down at my shirt, and I saw a little cricket making that screeching noise, and flicked it off – I think, though I don’t recall completely.
I then turned around and walked in another direction, where I saw my father sermonizing to a few people – one of them being a former professor of mine who was playing an acoustic guitar while my father was talking, and looking right at him, seeming to play along to the words my father was saying – which I think was about business stuff (my father is a CPA).
I remember hearing the echoing of a waterfall in the mall, and I felt sort of stuck there watching, which is when I woke up.
I have to reflect on this dream more – no analysis yet. I think there is a lot of symbolism in the cricket that was pointed out on my shirt, but the rest needs more thinking about.