April 20, 2015

It was assumed that our clones were running around in the building. I had climbed up to the roof of a chapel that was filled with art pieces. Most of the exhibit was composed of orange lines on white canvases of different sizes arranged around the chapel. I started going up the ladder to highest interior point but a childhood friend was in the way. We didn’t seem to acknowledge each other but I yielded and gave up trying to go up.

I walked into a bedroom and opened the window to a garden balcony. There was a door with eyes and levers next to the stairs on which parts of it would rotate whenever you looked at. The door was apparently associated with some kind of cult. I closed the curtain and went downstairs.

When I got to the loft, my uncle was operating at control panel for what seemed to be a spaceship. He asked me if it was okay if he “shut down [my] air pressure” to which I agreed. Apparently there wasn’t going to be enough air for everyone on the ship before we landed. I took out a device from my backpack (labeled a “Portable L Circuit”) and asked if it was the same thing. I saw my own clone approaching now with my cousin. A cat was biting my finger as something else complained about getting unsolicited calls from rats that belonged to the same cult as the door upstairs.