Creative! Queer!! Autistic!!! on Nostr: I dreamed I was in a large, open, sunny structure. It was a combination of an ...

I dreamed I was in a large, open, sunny structure. It was a combination of an airport, a high-end gym, and the lobby of my high school.
Three walls were all glass, while the third was gym lockers set up in an amphitheater design, surrounding an entryway deeper into the building.

I was struggling how to figure out the mechanism of my new lock; I was terrified that I would fasten it on my locker,and then not be able to unlock it.

I heard a woman talking to her friend about how she needed help with character design. She had a chihuahua character in mind, named Mr. ChiliBean, but none of the art that had been delivered so far made him come alive. I introduced myself, and found that the woman was a young Rita Moreno. I gave her my number, asked if I could text her my links. told her I could help her, and, in the dream, I had full confidence in myself that I could. Ms. Moreno was very receptive and I knew that it wasn't just *me* that had sold her on the idea, it was that we met *at this particular venue*.

She left, and I went back to fiddling with my lock.

Shortly, the same thing happened again. A woman was talking to her friend about some design work she needed done, but nothing had been cute enough or had enough personality. (This time I didn't recognize the woman, and I don't remember if she gave any details about the work). But again, I stepped up, and said that I could help, offering to text her my url.
Again, she was warmly receptive, and again, I was confident that I could help her, that this was going to be beneficial for both of us.

I never did figure out my lock, but I woke up, and felt so sad that I was back here, where I can't help anyone and no one can help me.