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I was in a simple room, an orange glow coming from a high window at the opposite wall from the door. There was a matress in the floor and on the right side (facing the door) there was a curtain leading to another room. I remember thinking about the many problems in my waking life, but in a much clearer and positive way. My two dogs came in, and we were happy to be together.

I went outside. The building had two floors, so my room entrance must have been stairs leading down. I walked around the building, to the point where I was back at the window wall. I was wondering if I was a madman, or maybe a drug-addict, living by myself in a dark room and imagining my life away. I was also thinking/hearing a song I know IRL, but it was as if performed live, with many changes that sounded good. I remember assessing how powerful my subconcious was, to remember and change the music in such a pleasant way on the fly.

I went forward in the corridor I was in, up to the front gate. There were two women waiting there - one white and one black. The latter was hot, with beautiful curves on her body. The former came in, and I motioned up with my arms and shoulders to the other, as if I said "what can I do?". She carried one or two babies in her arms and she went away looking at me, and said "I'll be back when I can". It felt like we were lovers and had already talked through her going away for some time.

I went next door to what would be a post-apocalyptic version of a grocery store. There were some people hanging out there, and many stuff with rounded prices tags (4.00, 7.00, 3.00, etc) as if the currency wasn't easy to deal with. I went in and I felt the tension in the place - probably this world was dangerous, especially when living goods were concerned. The clerk threw a little something at me, disrespectfully, and I shot him back several times with a gun. While I was leaving the tension was high, but the owner motioned that everything was fine - seems I was respected enough to shoot someone and get away with it.

I went back to my room. I probably forgot about the white woman, because she wasn't there. I started thinking about this dream, that I had plenty control about what I wanted to do, and it just kept filling stuff as I went along.