Dream--Ignoring meetings with Reza

I was in this group meeting of some sort, and there was a dude there who seemed to be an old love of mine. He reminded me of Reza from Dreamfall, and the situation was somewhat similar, that he was close with the main character but they were no longer romantically involved, though there was still great affection. He was pretty happy to see me, and I was glad to see him, and I sat with him, and he loosely seemed to have his arm around me, keeping me close. It was comfortable. There was a girl around who seemed intent on taking me out. Or something. I think she was the same one who was trying to get me to pack up the belongings of someone who seemed to have to go. She was putting stuff in my canvas bags for someone else to take, and I was a bit bothered by this, but eventually gave up, thinking I could just get another for dollar or so.

Eventually the other girl became somewhat violent toward me, and she had this metal pen—it was one I had from my grandmother after her death, and I showed her how to take it apart, even though she was intent on getting the ink nib to come out so she could stab me with it. I’m not sure if I struck her or anything, but she hit me in the head with the pen several times, but there was no pain. It seemed like she was jealous of my closeness with the Reza-ish character.

All this was taking place in a huge building, white, well lit and full of skylights, kind of like how one would expect a mall to look—though I’ve never been in a mall like it, with a large ground floor and a ring of walkways on the second floor. I’ve had a few dreams of being in malls like that, come to think of it, and that’s how the mall was set up in Silent Hill 2 (the dreams were before I played the game, btw). After a fiasco of some sort involving the violent girl, I went to a meeting where the Reza-ish character would be, and as usual, he was tucked back in a corner on a desktop PC of some sort, and I sat in a chair next to him, the chairs being drawn directly beside one another so that we appeared to be huddling together.

When I woke up, I thought he was the ninja, except that I remembered some kind of thought process going on in my head apart from the dream but about the dream, and in the dream I’d thought he was kind of like Reza.