Dream – December 13, 2016
So, it was a room. It seemed like a hotel room, but also like a regular apartment in a residential building. We went in together, and there was some sort of distorted reality: anyone who stayed there for too long would shift into what seemed like a parallel world. For some reason, I ran out of the apartment, though I’m not sure why. But the person with me—maybe it was a woman, or perhaps another version of myself, or my mother—stayed behind and was transported.
After that, the room seemed to lose its ability to “move” people into other dimensions, and for a while, I stayed in the room, experiencing various phenomena from that woman in parallel dimensions. I tried to pull her back into reality, found strange objects in the refrigerator, and overall, it was a bizarre time in that room.
Then, somehow, the woman returned to reality, and as she packed her suitcase, she seemed upset with me for not hurrying to help her.
Meanwhile, I had left my soup in the car outside, but if I had left the apartment, it would have reset, and I would have lost all connection with this woman forever.