Anne has a new apartment and Michelle, Marie, and I are visiting. It's VERY luxurious. The building has two floors and Anne's apartment is the only one on the second floor. There is an elevator in the lobby with a man employed to operate it. The decor in the lobby is very luxe-traditional, with some modern updates in clear glass.
We are coming back from a shopping trip. Anne bought several tubes of an icing texture foundation which she has tried out on the fronts of her thighs to see which ones she likes. The shades are all different, it doesn't really seem like she's trying to match her skin tone, but just to check out the texture. When we walk into the lobby she uses the side of her finger to scrape off the foundation and then she smears it onto a white patch on the upstairs lobby wall. I say a "white patch" because it's obvious that she has done this hundreds of times. The walls are almost completely covered, floor to ceiling, in gobs of foundation. Each gob looks like it would contain almost an entire tube of makeup. It seems like it would have cost tens or hundreds of thousands of dollars to accumulate enough makeup to equal the three dimensional amount stuck to the walls. It definitely looks cool - but I have a hard time understanding her logic in that kind of spending.
We are on the second floor landing and Anne's apartment door is about twenty feet away. Strangely, there is no floor or walkway connecting where we are to her door. I don't understand how we're supposed to get over there! Anne and Michelle laugh and say, "Look!" They step out into the space, as if they're walking off the ledge, and a glass floor appears under their feet as they step on it. "Pretty cool, huh?" "I mean, it looks cool, but that's terrifying! I'm afraid I'll fall!" I see the rough area where the walkway is, but I have no idea if the glass floor is level or has a railing. I basically scoot on my stomach across the walkway, just hoping I don't slide off the side.
Inside the apartment, the dream is "played" in front of my eyes in the non-earthling-timeline kind of way that dreams can do sometimes. Instead of having a linear experience, I am seeing out-of-order snippets of the next few days. The "videos" presented all take place in the apartment. They all consist of me looking over at Marie, Anne, or Michelle, a terrifying smile spreading across their face, some part(s) of their body shaking violently, and skin falling off to reveal something underneath. I'm trying to make sense of the video snippets to understand what is happening. I conclude that we have all contracted a virus given to us by aliens which turns us into the alien lifeforms. The aliens we will "shed out" to become are fairly typical looking - big almond shaped eyes, no hair, different textured skin. I'm scared, I don't want to have a virus and become an alien.
While taking in this preview of events though, I conclude that it really might not be that bad if we ALL become aliens together. And, it doesn't look painful or unpleasant, just a little scary during the changing process. I mean, I guess it's fine. And if we're all enjoying it, is it REALLY a virus? We're all smiling during the change and seem to like it. Maybe it's just a happy metamorphosis, and how nice that we all get to do it together!
The dream shifts back to linear time. I am laying on my back and the half transformed Anne and Michelle are leaning over me. They are both using some metal tools to help me shed the skin around my eyes. This is the part I've REALLY been dreading. "Just use your fingernails!" I yell. They laugh and put down their tools to see if they can loosen the skin with just their nails.
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