Last night I had one of my most memorable dreams for the second time. I was on some kind of vacational island. Maybe Catalina, but probably better. Although I was with my family, I had ran away and somehow got myself into the main part of the Island's hotel. Instead of being in a swanky modern hotel, I found myself in a plain 1970's type of hotel with eerie hallways and pale yellow walls. In my dream, I was constantly running away, hiding. Everywhere in the hotel were office officials, government workers, and important people. I had no idea what it was and why in the world I was so terrified, but I was. I kept running, and I kept hiding. I even thought in my dream "I've been here before, it's going to be okay. I just can't wait until this dream is over." Through different hallways, I felt different tensions and fears. I couldn't stop. I just couldn't. In the dream, when I had run into a person, any person at all, it would not be good. I was terrified, although I never talked to any of them in the dream. I felt like I was in trouble and everything was out to get me, like I did something wrong. Nothing was scary, but I was terrified.
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