Three very strange dreams came to me last
night. The first was a culture shock where I was offering to drive someone home
who was an ex-cop who was talking to an on-duty cop. He said to his friend, ‘I’m
not driving so you don’t need to breathalyse me’! Then I was shifted to
visiting a temple. I had managed to squeeze into a dumb waiter which was
powered by two women who had to pull me up to the top of a bell tower. Once
there, we looked down on the other visitors, who all saw us and instantly
started to wonder how to get up there. The room became overcrowded very
quickly, and I had to organise people so that we could all get back down in an
easy and safe manor. Once I had returned, I had to find my friends, and was wandering
around the hotel casino debating whether to eat first and try the hotel’s
buffet or call them to see what their plans were.
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