(Before I fell asleep, I asked what my soul signature was) I saw an image of an athletic female. Cut abs. Tannish skin. Shiny a bit. Top covered her breasts, while her shorts were “bikini” shorts. Deborah (ex-coworker), was passing out mail. A guy who sat in front of me, getting two “dollars” (looked like tickets) from the Mercedes-Benz company to go toward a trial of a rental car. He was ecstatic, as were a couple of others who were to my right. I only got something for Kyle. Ballroom size white room for learning. Counter / desk in the … Continue reading Mail