Dreamt of marching in a parade down Broadway. I was in the color guard, carrying a bright gold and green flag. I was nervous because I had no idea what the color guard commands actually were or what I was supposed to be doing. I did my best to follow the woman in front of me and mimic what she did, even when her marching directions didn’t make a lot of sense. She followed the contours of the buildings rather than head straight down the street.