Hallucination date - 9th October 2017
I was walking along a street in a foreign country. On the right hand side there was a shop, with a similar layout to one you’d find in a small petrol station. I walked in there and there were rows of drinks in the fridge on the back wall, with bottled beers at the top and soft drinks at the bottom. In the middle there was a big row of shelves with crisps and snacks on them. I picked up a few items and went to the back of the shop where the counter was. I paid and walked out.
I carried on down the street, and at the next building there was a red leather door with brass studs on it. I opened it and went down some steps into a nightclub. There was a bar in the middle that had one person serving drinks. No people in the club yet as it was early, but house music was already playing. The room was a large square shape and the bar was also square but placed in the middle of the floor. I was on my own and bought myself a bottle of beer. Then I walked to the left hand corner, diagonally opposite the stairs.
There was a door so I opened it and there were more stairs going down. I walked down them, and turned to the left into a long corridor. On the left hand side there were lots of lockers. They were two lockers high and ran down the length of the corridor. All the doors were made of red metal, and in the middle of each was an oversized, black, circular combination lock, with white numerals on it. Somehow I knew the combination of each one, and upon opening them I discovered a dying cannabis plant. I pulled one of the plants out to look at it. As it came out of the pot the soil fell away onto the floor, so I hurriedly put it back.
There were also two lovely-looking ladies in very skimpy white lingerie. I was chatting to them for quite a while, but they were upset that all the plants were dying. We chatted some more, and started having a laugh and some fun, which cheered us all up considerably. Unfortunately at this point woke up.
When I'm telling these stories I can go back into the dream and see everything again, as I’m doing now.
I was walking along a street in a foreign country. On the right hand side there was a shop, with a similar layout to one you’d find in a small petrol station. I walked in there and there were rows of drinks in the fridge on the back wall, with bottled beers at the top and soft drinks at the bottom. In the middle there was a big row of shelves with crisps and snacks on them. I picked up a few items and went to the back of the shop where the counter was. I paid and walked out.
I carried on down the street, and at the next building there was a red leather door with brass studs on it. I opened it and went down some steps into a nightclub. There was a bar in the middle that had one person serving drinks. No people in the club yet as it was early, but house music was already playing. The room was a large square shape and the bar was also square but placed in the middle of the floor. I was on my own and bought myself a bottle of beer. Then I walked to the left hand corner, diagonally opposite the stairs.
There was a door so I opened it and there were more stairs going down. I walked down them, and turned to the left into a long corridor. On the left hand side there were lots of lockers. They were two lockers high and ran down the length of the corridor. All the doors were made of red metal, and in the middle of each was an oversized, black, circular combination lock, with white numerals on it. Somehow I knew the combination of each one, and upon opening them I discovered a dying cannabis plant. I pulled one of the plants out to look at it. As it came out of the pot the soil fell away onto the floor, so I hurriedly put it back.
There were also two lovely-looking ladies in very skimpy white lingerie. I was chatting to them for quite a while, but they were upset that all the plants were dying. We chatted some more, and started having a laugh and some fun, which cheered us all up considerably. Unfortunately at this point woke up.
When I'm telling these stories I can go back into the dream and see everything again, as I’m doing now.
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