Horror: I'm intimate with a woman with long curly black hair. ... I false awake into my bed and see the bedroom door slowly creek open. A little girl who looks straight out of a horror movie quietly slides into the room. She approaches the bed. Her mouth isn't moving but I hear crying. My girlfriend wakes me up. The crying I heard was my mouth making noise through sleep paralysis. North Korea: I’m driving with my brother on an expressway. I miss a turn and he starts to berate me. I get upset and leave the car. I'm in a sort of parking structure. I have some basketball gear and am now looking for somewhere to change into my shorts. I see a security woman and she approaches me. She tells me I shouldn't be here, but I communicate that I'm looking for the Basketball room. She begrudgingly lets me go, and directs me to an elevator off to the left. It’s a big furniture-moving elevator. I get in the elevator, and notice there are a bunch of Asian-looking teens. When the elevator gets to the bottom, off to the side, there is an exit for a “breast reduction center”. The main entrance up ahead though, is into a hotel with red carpeting. It seems like a lobby. The teens are speaking another language and are interested in me, getting all up in my face to the point where I am worried for my safety. I realize that I am in North Korea. We exit the elevator together, and I start trying to communicate. I bounce the basketball, hoping that we could play a game and maybe form a bond of sorts. The ball bounces far too high (but I accept this). The teens seem friendly. I go to grab my phone and try to find a translator, but all I can find is text to text translation. North Korea is Best Korea.
Updated 04-01-2024 at 08:26 PM by 99808
Fragment: I'm with Androids 17 and 18 from Dragonball Z, and a coworker. King's Training: I'm in a warehouse-type area on a metal stairwell going up. There is a line of kids, classmates, lined up for try-outs. An intercom announces that the King's Tournament will begin soon. I remember that the King's Tournament is for basketball. A group of 3 kids in front of us recognize me and the person I am with. They seem impressed that we have King's Training. There is a sense of belonging in the group. Something similar to how I felt in marching band from high-school. In this situation I was the senior, inspiring the younger ones. The person in front of me in line is up. He messes up his free-throws and become very frustrated.
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