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This dream was unusual. It wasn't lucid to my knowledge. I was in my house, with my mom and her side of the family. We were packing things in the house to carry to the other house. This other house was the same house but it would take a long distance travel to get there, and it existed on the other side. Essentially, this other house was my waking house and I was packing things from my dreaming house to take home. We had to hurry though, for some unforeseeable reason we were being rushed.

Now I realize the reason we were being rushed because I would be waking soon. It seems I slept in because they hadn't finished packing all the things they wanted to take with them to the otherside. So me and my mom tried to remember everything important, mostly family memories and trinkets.
Then I asked someone what time it was, "one thirty pm" she said. This I believe must've been the same time in real waking life because I really slept in this morning.

Then my grandfather was driving the car to the otherside, during which he was falling asleep at the wheel. It was almost as if sunrise to us is sundown in dreamtime.

I woke up after we had traveled to my house on the otherside, here.