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Going with friends to a museum. It's some inauguration night. As soon as I arrive there I go look for a toilet and I separate from them. I see a sign indicating toilet on the 2nd floor. Some black kid is also going that direction but he keeps going up the stairs into the next floor, which is pitch dark. Even the area of the toilet entrance is very dark and I can barely see. I don't get to pee because the kid comes running and screaming that he is being chased by three African warriors with spears. I think it's probably actors hired to enact for the event, but when I hear their footsteps and see the shapes of these men, I also get scared and run after the kid. Back to the ground floor where there is light and other people we feel safe and the truth is they stopped chasing us, but the kid is still in absolute panic and holds on to me crying. I ask for his parents but he can't reply, he froze and says nothing. I go around with him on my arms, trying to spot someone looking for him. I think about going to the reception so they announce a lost kid through the speakers, but then spot my friends and my dad. They help look around. I then spot a group of black girls a bit older, but for some reason I feel that they might know him and ask them if they know the kid. They kinda know him and tell me he is with a white lady that runs a charity for orphan kids. They are from another similar group, both came together to this event. They lead me to her and she knows him but seems a bit spaced out, not worried at all about the kid. She wants to show me a scrap book she made all about herself, totally boring. I leave the kid with her, but I bonded with him so much I am thinking about looking how to adopt him.
Meanwhile my dad finds another toilet where I could go, but there is a puma on the lose on that area, according to him. I don't see a puma but I see 3 or 4 lionesses running down the corridor and I jump on a balcony to escape them. They were not after me. They seem domesticated and I see them interacting with visitors and not even attacking their dogs, but I still prefer to keep my distance. So I go outside with my friends and there is an aquarium like the Sea World, with a series of tanks with whales. The whales are somewhat entertained playing a new game with balls with their trainer, but the tank is ridiculously small for so many whales. It has a canal that possibly connects to other tanks so we follow to see if they have better conditions on the next tank just to find a dying whale in a very shallow water area. We look around for help, but nobody is there, so we shout at people at a distance that a whale is dying. My dad mocks me because I say in English that the whale is thirsty, instead of saying she has no water. Anyway, the tank is emptying because something cracked it and the water got out. Soon after we hear a big explosion and behind us there is this iconic Wall Street tall building with with columns. A cloud of dust and smoke explodes to outside and debris are being projected in our direction. I say sorry to the whale that we can't save her and suggest we take the emptied canal as a shortcut to run away from the explosion. It is a good idea until we hear what seems the other tank uphill cracking and putting us in danger of being washed away. We run faster and get out of it. We reach some streets where everyone in panic dropped everything. I see a bunch of jewelry on the ground and pick it up. But then I realize it slows me down and say to myself that this greed will kill me. I still don't toss it out. I evaluate my safety, realize I am out of harms way and keep the jewels. Then we reach Central Park and it is all burned down to the ground and covered in ashes.

The dream started with me moving to a new home with a dream friend. My luggage arrived at night of my first day there.
They laid it in the snow on my front lawn. (the visual reminded me how some movies i've watched where dead bodies are arranged in the snow.
like all dirty and bloody in crisp freezing ice.)
I went to pick it up, and almost all the cases were damaged with holes/opened.
A cat had rummuged through one of the bags and pulled out a lot of items to create some sort of shrine in a whole in the ground.
I shined my phone light on it, the hole led to separate tunnels. Fruits and random things glowing warm red light sitting everywhere.
Didn't want to touch because cat was crazy. Took luggage into my seperate garage/shed. Girl was standing in the room terrified and yelling.
Floors and walls absolutely covered in blood, pictures of girls laying on the floor. I wasn't concerned about it.
I told her to chill out and tried to leave, a "ghost" was holding the door shut. I got it open.

Now I'm in an old house redesigned as a baseball museum, with some friends. We're drinking and messing with all the displays.
We steal some stuff, good time. I return the next night and everyone is acting weird around me, like i had done something unspeakable.
I had cocain in my pocket but no one knew about it, and i decided not to tell them.
A friend from highschool appeared in a real sexy/90's outfit and asked if i wanted to go to a different party.
we left but i never told anyone about the cocain.



i remember the visual of the freezing cat shrine very well, magnificentenenet.

I was Chell from the game Portal, and I was running though this city, I think it looked a little like Chicago. I can remember seeing the Willis tower and the Trump towers. I went into this brick building. It looked small on the outside but it was huge on the inside and was like some sort of museum.
Inside were all of these stands with information that were like ramps. I ran off of a few of them and went flying though the air.
At the back of the museum were the Furious Five from the movie Kung Fu Panda. They were all laying on the floor. Apparently, they were on some sort of quest but had gotten really tired getting there and were taking a rest in this building for a few days.
I told them I would go out and get something to eat. I think Crane told me that he wanted me to find a pizza if I could. I told him yes. I went outside and started walking around the city.

I was playing with my cousins in a yard type setting. My cousins are 8 and 10 years old. I can remember them having a huge bin of Legos and a sandbox.
I can remember doing some random things helping them build with Legos and just sort of enjoying our time together. Eventually I went inside. I think the reason we were all seeing each other was because it was my father's birthday.
I can remember I saw something on the table. It was a giant sword, made of a thick, brown construction paper. I tried to lift it up and it was insanely heavy. I put it down and unfolded it (It was like some kind of origami). And there was like some kind of radio or voice recorder inside of it. I think that it was supposed to be a present for my dad.

I still can't stop thinking about the importance of swords as a dream sign. That's the fourth time since I joined the site.