An Estate

All that I can remember of the end of this dream from last night is that it took place during the day, I can not remember what happened before this, but I know that I was outside with some of my family on side of the road in a fictional city.

It seemed that we had been traveling but were probably having some automobile problems so we walked to a large property or estate that was nearby that was like a combination of a country club, inn, hotel, bed and breakfast, golf course, family estate, et cetera.

It was for sale and my family and I were interested in looking at it and possibly bidding on it but a rich man with whitish colored skin dressed like he had been playing golf drove across the golf course in a convertible or a fancy golf cart to brag that he was buying this property for $1,000,000 that would be paid immediately once the paperwork was finalized, and that he had already met with the owners about this and was just waiting for the paperwork to be finalized.

The rich man drove away with an annoying I am rich smirk (smile) on his face, we walked to the building on the property that was possibly a one-story building where most things on the property were located, and slowly some rich upper class and mostly old people with whitish colored skin arrived.

One of these people was an old rich upper class woman with whitish colored skin with whitish and/or grayish colored hair who was the mayor of this town or city and who was in the middle of an election so she was there to campaign and to celebrate selling this property or estate that belonged to her family, her name was mentioned in the dream but I can not remember it, but I do know that her nickname was Red Lady or The Red Lady because she said that she used to be an attractive woman with beautiful reddish colored hair when she was younger; and she seemed like a woman who would have been a character on the television series The Golden Girls.

The other rich upper class people seemed to be mostly friends of hers and/or people who used to visit this estate when it was still open, the mayor was acting like she still had some ownership of this estate, and so maybe she did not completely sell it to the rich man from earlier in the dream; and so I assume that maybe she was going to be a co-owner or something like that, but who knows.

The mayor was ordering people around and setting up a bit of a campaign-like party, I forgot to mention that there seemed to possibly be some threats in the dream (maybe some dangerous people from earlier in the forgotten parts of the dream), and so there was a chance that these threats would return or find us; but most people were focused on celebrating and campaigning, and not worried very much.

I remember being able to use the workshop mode from the video game Fallout 4 so I was able to look through objects that I could place or build in the dream world, and I remember placing or building an object that had a table with an umbrella shading it and another structure; and this object was a trading post even though it did not look like it, and I remember trying to position it where the trader could be able to stand behind it without anything being in their way.

I decided that I would build several more because they would produce extra money from sales, this would help keep the estate open this time, and so I tried to decide which trading posts to build.

While doing this I was talking with the mayor, my family, the others, and helping with other things; and the mayor was busy organizing everything and campaigning even though she was probably going to win easily because she had been mayor for many years and her rich and upper class family probably have run the town or city for generations, but I woke up.

For some reason(s) I woke up with the song Breathless by Corinne Bailey Rae playing in my mind, I did hear this song when I was listening to music before I went to sleep, and so maybe that is why it was playing in my mind when I woke up from this dream even though the dream did not fit this song.

The end,

-John Jr

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