Im watching the beautiful Amrapali Ambegaokar (Indian Kathak dancer) Dance in my living room. We talk about dreams and other things for a bit, then she tells me she has to go.
Im serving some exotic looking chic some orange pop (soda) and we are talking about dreams.
Im outside running from some guys, because i tricked them into giving me a top secret file. I was projected as one of their men, then projected back as myself and ran to my hideout.
Im talking with a person about awareness in dreams. Telling her to remember where she was a hour ago, and how we ended up where we were.