In my dream, I am in a room of indiscernible size with several other people. Unidentifiables but male, I'm pretty sure. We have been working together on a project (no information available here) and it's coming along pretty well. We seem to be breaking up from a meeting and going our separate ways.
As people are leaving, a woman stops over to chat with me. I am sitting down but she is standing. As we talk, she moves around -- left and right, closer and a little farther away. She is saying supportive things about the project and the work I've been doing on it. It occurs to me that she is likely flirting with me.
As she's talking, the subject gently changes from the project to me. Given the social ineptitude I've carried with me since I was a child, I'm not really sure how to respond. But I realize that she is a handsome woman with an attractive figure. And I'm flattered that she would be paying attention to me. If, in fact, that's what she's doing.
As she brings the conversation to a close (as in "Well, I must be going"), she sweeps past me and drops a small piece of paper on the desk/table in front of me. She may or may not give me an over-the-shoulder backward glance as she heads for the door. Not sure about this.
The paper is torn from a larger sheet and is somewhat wrinkled. It has her name on it and what I initially thought would be her phone number. Now I'm definitely flattered. And pleased.
But rather than a phone number, it's a cryptic collection of numbers and/or letters (I forget which) that would require considerable time and concentration to decode.
I wake up -- fully understanding that I've just had a one-on-one conversation with my Anima. And it was fun.
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