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At a magic convention, meeting point is the base of some mountains. As we gather at what looks like a door carved in the rock, with images and writing on the tab around it, the rock starts glowing and bursting into flames and becomes a portal to an underground world. Those that do not deserve entering are crushed at the entrance by falling slabs. I and my friends, we enter without issues, by crossing the flaming rock and inside we follow a corridor leading to an underground city of Incan descendants. It basically consist of gigantic chambers, carved in the stone, connected to one another. Some look like temple rooms, with beautiful carved walls and ceilings and a giant empty space in the center, where people just gather. Others have buildings inside. Their rulers are considered demi-gods and they are white as snow, but the people are dark skinned, like the original incans. I actually understand the light skin on someone living for ages underground, I have more trouble understanding the people who retained their dark skin tone living there.
When they see us the first time, they look at us as invaders and become defensive, but then they notice we are white and I am particularly pale, so they think we must also be gods, so we are taken to their rulers, who welcome us in their chambers.
A baby comes out of nowhere crawling in my direction. He is quite big and heavy despite being an infant - has the size of a 3-4 year old. I pick him up and he wants mothers milk. I point it out to someone and they say he is the queen's son and they will call the queen. But she takes ages to come and the poor baby is desperate. I almost offer my breasts but I have no milk so makes no sense. Meanwhile he starts to poop on me. He makes a helluva pile of poop, about half his body size. But his poop is basically a large string of kefir like white substance, nothing dirty, just weird.
The queen finally arrives and picks him up. They organize us in different groups, according to age and gender and some guides/ chaperones are appointed to tour with us. They assign a group of three 20 year old girls to keep me company. We are close to a majestic building (looks very modern though, not ancient Inca) and they point out some handsome blond dude coming out of some kind of vehicle, being escorted to the building. I say he looks exactly like the actor Ryan Phillipe. They have no clue whom I am talking about. They tell me he is the crown prince and they sigh at just how dreamy they think he is.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

I am being shown future human civilization but not sure if it is on planet Earth. First is just an overview of what seem like an industrial exploration on another planet, similar to Earth or one that has been terraformed.
There is a huge plateau with giant machines like trucks with in built platforms, and they can pick up shuttles and carry them to a place near the edge of this plateau and then tilt the platform they are on, so they are launched into space.
Below this platform, the planet is green and luxurious, but this area is covered in roads, machines, big trucks and shuttles, just like an interface to ship materials in and out of the planet.
I wonder if people live there. And then past this plateau and entering the forest I do find people and settlements. They live in small, almost primitive looking villages, with houses that look like Mayan and Incan pyramids, but then seen from a different angle, they have large panoramic windows, like bioclimatic houses that blend in the environment. They farm, but the way they have their plantations integrated in the natural environment is so beautiful and artistic that it makes me cry. People look like Celts and I wonder if these are just the hippies of this era, yet they have just the right amount of high tech facilitating their way of life, which is very discreet. People are gathering and walking towards a stone path, made with large flat basalt stones going uphill and I am told it's some kind of religious celebration day and they head to some kind of temple. But what I find is an old city, with the old buildings, the beautiful ones from 20th century and before, totally preserved and being used, alongside avenues of old uglier buildings abandoned, in ruins and apparently just being displayed as an open air museum.
I recognize one street as Avenue João XXI in Lisbon, still with some billboards from banks and other institutions hanging behind their glass walls, but the outside is very decrepit, the concrete is worn out, paint is gone, walls look very grey, covered in dirt and metal parts are rusting. Then I am invited to sit at a nice café in one of the recovered building where they serve cookies and cakes from the past, according to recipes they have preserved. But all this left me emotional and I have no hunger. They insist that I sit and just enjoy and they start bringing me samples of cookies and I do feel so much better.