At the first part of the dream I was with someone I was very close to. Probably one of my daughters. There was a feeling of togetherness like it was someone who was with you your entire life. And then there was something about my age. And I did the math. I was 95 or imagined what it would be like to be 95. And in my dream, I did the math, it was 2060.
Then I was in a strange town. For some reason I thought the name of it was Centralia, but it was not the real Centralia, and didn't have anything to do with that. Its weird, as I type this I'm remembering another dream of another small town that had some type of restaurant. Oh, and there is another dream nested in that one, a desert mountain range and another small town. Maybe in Southern Illinois. But not really. I can almost remember all these nested dreams within dreams that occurred on different nights. And involved different people.
Back to Centralia. It felt like I was there for a long time. I had many adventures. I only remember a few. I was driving by some sort of large brick structure that might have been a school house. My car was speeding and I tried to slow down but couldn't. A female policeman was there. I had met her before. Very comely. Blonde? She reduced my infraction to some sort of non-moving violation, but I was still in trouble in some sort of way.
And there were many houses I was in. One of them had a group of people that I knew (not sure how) who were performing some sort of occult ceremony. For some reason, I think my intention at the time was to haunt them or interact with them in some way like that because I knew that I could. There were stores in other parts of the dream. With so many people and adventures. I'm sorry, I can't remember more now. Maybe later when I'm typing out a dream in the future it will all come back to me.
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