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There was this huge escalator that went up for 5 or 6 stories.There were old folks lost in the food court. It’s a foggy evening outside.
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On a huge grassy hill is where I’m at next and there's alot of clouds in the sky.
I may or may not have been on a flight in an instant. I vaguely remember flying.
Then I was in a small hotel lobby. An older blonde woman is checking in with two young girls who I believe are her daughters.
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The blonde has a tan, and a blue denim one piece summer dress. I check her out and think to myself "she’s okay I guess". I say something about her to whoever I was with, and the littlest girl, around 6 or 7 years old, says something back. The mother notices this and apologizes to me.
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Next... I’m at an adjacent hotel lobby which is all "1960’s". The hotel dude wearing maroon, who may or may not be of South American origin has messy hair. I get checked in as he asks for my id, and he has me sign some papers.
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He shows me the direction I can find my room in, and I remember 5b. I guess that’s the room number.
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I then go through what seems to be an outdoor parking lot, like Ala Moana in Honolulu. I am suddenly in a mall built in a circular fashion.
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Next, there’s... like a blood thirsty-female-zombie type thing behind bars. She wasn’t scary or anything, just there looking out at her surroundings.
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...and I'm awake again.
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