Last night I had a dream I met Comey. He was by himself. I wanted to ask him if he knew Q. When I approached him , he ignored me and moved away. I persisted and thought the only way to engage was to pay him compliments which I did. We hung out, had drinks, and I got separated from my family. The bar closed and it was just the two of us. I felt lost and didn't know where my family had gone to other than the hotel, which I didn't know the name of or town name. He knew the bar owner and she offered up the shanty building for us to sleep it off. The building had the largest most hugest room which had walls and a ceiling but the floor was wierd. It was like a rolling back yard of dirt but covered in a thick layer of torn paper shreads, very spongy. Suddenly a young boy appears and is bouncing and running around. VERY STRANGE
Nope just a maintence/ contractor / supervisor