2026-06-30

I'm in a room with lots of people and I'm dancing with someone who wants me to take some substance, I don't know what it is. I don't want to but it ends up in my mouth. I spit it out and run away from there as fast as I can. I think the person I'm dancing with is forcing everyone there to take things and I'm the first to leave. I think how fast I am. I have the feeling that I'm a male. I go into another room that must be a pantry because it has lots of bags with salt and other things. I hide behind some bags and repeat in my head with all my might "I'm invisible, I'm invisible." The person comes in and doesn't see me and leaves again. When I hear the door close I move but I immediately realize it's a trap. They slammed the door so I would think they'd already left. But it's not the person who gave me the substance, it's a friend who's curious about all this. He comments that he's never seen anyone run so fast.

I meet a tall foreign-looking man and I don't know how but I realize he's my father. I don't identify with him. But at some point we grab one of those luggage carts like they have at airports and we put some of my things on it and some of his too. We have to hurry because someone is coming after us. We go down a corridor and the man stops to enter a room where there's an empty toolbox. He swaps this nice looking toolbox for it for his own, old looking toolbox. I wonder if that toolbox belongs to someone but I don't say anything. After we go down some stairs we stop to rearrange things on the cart. Some of my clothes have fallen out of the packing cube because it wasn't properly closed. I take everything off the cart and start putting the loose things inside bags. The man asks why I'm doing this and I reply that it's so we don't lose things along the way. There are several old books and envelopes that are his, there’s my color pencils, a packing cube with my clothes and I don't remember what else. I know I have to hurry because our pursuer will catch up with us anytime now.