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Again, lots of people. It was a pagan/medieval gathering.

We are all somewhere in the mountains/caves. I'm sitting in the grass, examining people's clothes.

Everything is very detailed but I'm not lucid. I still remember closely examining a leather sleeve and thinking "this is so real!".

A shy young man with longer dark hair is explaining something.

Soft cloth, tiny fragile teacups everywhere, also - paper stairs.

I walk around and find an abandoned main station. It's beautiful inside, but it's falling apart.

There's a shop with a sign that says "URBAN GRAPHIC" .... It has hundreds of graphic novels, but everything is arranged on the floor in the dust.

The shop is also falling apart. Bricks, dust, old wooden planks....

I find a book - a graphic novel - and it looks amazing and mysterious. There's a meditating man on the cover and some large face behind him, I think.

It has an absolutely awesome title which I can't remember anymore.

Them I wake up. Zero lucidity