I am in a bank, on my way to collect money, it has been a good profitable trip. In the queue waiting, between roped off barriers, I suddenly start to float up to the ceiling. Some helpful people try to pull me back down but to no avail.
A ‘helpful’ man starts to remove the ceiling tiles revealing a dark black space. I scream at him “ no don’t do that, if I go in there I will never get out!” I grasp for the barriers to pull myself down but the dream fades with me pressed against the ceiling, fighting to stay out for the black attic space.
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