I had the weirdest dream last night. We (friends and family) were going in an elevator, ready to go to our lodging (I guess we were travelling?). It looked like a hostel or those old eerie hotels. Even inside the elevator was dark. When people were entering, we already had this weird feeling. I moved to the center. When the doors closed, we anticipated the lift. But, when I looked at the digital screen, the numbers were going crazy. It's as if we were going up and down. And somehow, I was able to connect it to some superstitious happening. I led everyone in praying an Our Father while we were holding hands. And while reciting the lines, I felt a hardness in breathing and my voice wouldn't come out clear. The room started to spin.
I was saved by my alarm clock.
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