I am in a car with another man in the backseat and a man in and woman in the front seat. The driver is my manager and he is driving us to work.
We are driving though a residential neighborhood and they pull onto the lawn and of a house and the man and woman in the front seat get out of the car and are carrying gift wrapped boxes and walk toward the house.
While I am waiting for them to deliver the gifts the car starts to move slowly and then stop. I think about jumping out. The car moves on some side streets and onto a main road. Finally I climb over the seat into the front seat. I steer the car but the engine is off and it is doing about 30 mph. After about four miles there is a parade of native Americans for some type of demonstration. The car crashed into the group killing a lot of people. Then it runs backward , like a tape running backward and the car moves ends up on the lawn.
I get out and walk to work but I end up in house where I am living with a group of people. I start to take my laundry which has been done and hang it up.
I ask someone how long I have been living there and he says “one weekâ€Â. The people are having dinner on a nice table with a white tablecloth, candles, and fancy silverware.
I think about joining in them. But I had said I was going out.
After dinner I continue to putting away my clothes but I can’t find any and all the people are different. I ask someone why that it is.
A man pops up through the floor like a ghost. I can see his head and shoulders. and says I am on the wrong floor. There are no stairs and I have to go through the floor like a ghost. He tries to pull me through but I can’t do it. I wake up
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