Thread: Bomb in the Bedroom

I'm in a beautiful, large plantation house. I am aware that inside this house, there is a very small bit of red goo, and I need to find it. There's a team of people with me, also looking. David Bowie is a team member. I know that this red goo is like a very small portal to hell. So, I descend these ornate spiral stairs, all the while stopping and looking around at various landings (not much memory here), and finally, after going down to the bottom of the stairs, I find a door. I enter it, and it's a small bedroom. On the bed, I throw off the comforter, to reveal a pie pan turned upside down. Lifting the pie pan shows me a petri dish with the red glob. FEAR. Surprisingly, I see ANOTHER red glob nearby, too. I touch it briefly, trying to figure out more about it. Then, I see it: a timer!

As soon as I touch the red glob, the "bomb" is turned on, and the timer starts ticking. I run to the door, SCARED. It's locked itself! I unlock it with my fingernail. I start shouting to the team members "There's a BOMB! A BOMB!" I run out the large double front doors, to see the team members rush in in an effort to stop the bomb. David Bowie is among those running to it. I run out, through the large front yard, to the street. As I get there, I feel guilty. I think... Maybe I can give them speed on their way out. I head back towards the house, into the yard. My Higher Self/"Old Woman" says to me: "You need to take care of yourself, now, not the others." I turn back around and leave the yard, but now it's HARDER TO LEAVE! There are electrical wires blocking my path, like hundreds of power lines bundled into one long strand, low to the ground. I manage to get around it, but I think that if I headed back again, it might not be possible to get out. I head towards my car. Some "gypsy" like women are there. I think one of them may be trying to steal my car, but when I get there, they are kind and not doing any harm. I like them. I walk the street more, and come across a beautiful woman who looks like David Bowie. I think to myself, I love her.