November 22, 2015

I was shouting from the walkway above to tell “Naxon” not to shut down their power plant. “Don’t let things end” I said. I ran down the stairs into some underground vault that was crumbling. I had at one point in time intended to rob this place but the plan was never finalized as the rooms started cracking and splitting in half. I stuffed what I could into my pockets and ran out.

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My mother and I were in a car on a dirt road. We had to get to the airport in 30 minutes and still have gas left if we wanted to catch our flight. We suddenly realized that we did not have our suitcases with us and nearly no gas left. I told her not to worry, “we’re dreaming, remember?” I added “we can just imagine our suitcases here and they’ll appear.”

We were now behind a pushcart and I had trouble conjuring my suitcase while my mother already had newly materialized her own. I remembered that we also had to recreate new boarding passes for when we did get to the gate.