Dreamlog

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.