Moon

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I am walking homewards from somewhere (do not really know where). A boy who is about ten years old is walking nearby and has apparently just finished school. We mostly walk through grey alleys and corridors. The boy is doing something on his cell phone as he is walking. Suddenly I hear my own cell phone ringing. Or so I thought, but when I take it out of my bag it does not indicate in any way that someone has just called. I feel a bit confused and check if I have any missed calls registered. I do not. Then I hear the signal again and realize that it must be the boy who has the same melody as me on his phone. He notices me looking at him and walks towards me. He then asks me if I can help him find Florida on my cell phone and I know that he means on a map or something. However, I am not sure how I would be able to do that since I do not have Internet access on my phone. I try to carefully explain that I do not know how to find it and I hope to be able to talk myself out of this without revealing that I cannot use Internet on the phone, since that would feel a bit embarrassing. Apparently he has tried to find it himself for a while now on his cell phone without any success. Then the boy drops the Florida hunt, at least for now.

Either the boy now walks away and my friend P shows up, or the boy transforms into him (not completely sure which). P and I are walking together and are happily talking about this and that. Suddenly it starts raining a lot. Fortunately, I have an umbrella with me which I now open. It is a bit broken and at least two metallic sticks are sticking out of it. However, it gives a good protection from the rain anyway. P seems to think that umbrellas are weird inventions that is not needed. He puts his hood on and is perfectly happy with that. It now also starts thundering from the rain clouds. We continue walking, but I am a little afraid that the lightning will hit the umbrella, especially because its skeleton is made of metal. I am therefore crouching as I am walking. Suddenly, P tells me that the top of the umbrella is on fire and points above my head. At first I do not really understand. But then I look at the other side of the umbrella and see that it is on fire. At first, I become a little shocked, especially if you consider that I had not noticed or felt any lightning on the umbrella. Then I throw the umbrella into a puddle and roll it around, making it thinner. In the end it looks like a black stick. I make sure to put out the fire well, because I know that fire safety means a lot to P and his family. He watches my actions carefully and thoughtfully and when I am done with the umbrella he seems satisfied.

We are now almost at home and only have a long, steep slope to climb. We know that we should keep ourselves as low as we can and hurry because of the thunderstorm. Therefore we begin to crawl incredibly quickly up the slope which is wet. P, who now appears to have transformed into his little sister L or someone else, is falling behind. I feel that it is my duty to stay and wait for him/her and therefore I do so a couple of times during our crawling. However, when I stay to wait I stand up in my full height which feels a bit risky. But soon we have both made it up the slope.