non-lucid

I'm in a very small, rather old hotel room. My partner went to a different city and left me in this French town with a train ticket.

I'm running around in the room with a slightly panicky feeling hoping to find a train schedule for my return trip. As I can't find anything I get angry at my partner for leaving me here all by myself. [...]

I'm walking down the stairs to find someone on the ground floor who can help me. As I approach the reception desk I shout "Emergency!". But no one reacts and one of them lies down on a small portable bed in the corner. I look at the man sitting behind the desk and realize that I don't remember him being at our hotel the last time. I look at my left hand and realize that it looks different and that I have 6 fingers. I become lucid and decide to fly outside.

Outside I look around me and am amazed at the detail of the train station in front of the hotel. As I'm flying I don't really know where to go so I turn left into a classy shopping mall made out of marble. I sit down in front of a computer and take another look at my hand to check if I'm dreaming. Again I count my fingers and wonder about the size and shape of my fingers.

[wake up]