Today I dreamt that I was walking through a city that looked a lot like Moscow.
With me was some guy I apparently knew in the dream. He told me, that he'd show me the other city.
We went into some kind of telephone booth, but once we were inside, it turned out to be an elevator. Two other guys entered just before the door closed. They looked weird and one of them tried to bite my hand. The guy who was with me stopped him and told me not to mind. He said the other city had some weird inhabitants. The elevator moved up for some time, we arrived at our destination and exited, finding ourselves on what looked like a system of flat and not so flat rooftops, connected with bridges, with little towers and ornaments here and there. If you looked down, you could see the city below. The buildings on which we were dissolved at some point in the middle of the air. I also remembered, that they were not visible from below.
I engaged in conversation with some of the people up there. Some were nice, some were weird, some were hardly people at all.
Some kind of ritual was started. I don't remember exactly how it went down. At some point I noticed, that reality started to dissolve, but the people on the rooftop were talking too much. I pointed out that the ritual would certainly work better, if everyone shut up. They did and we started again.
Things started to dissolve again. Everything burned, but the flames had the colour and texture of the things themselves. I was also burning. At some point nothing was left and my consciousness was catatapulted at an infinite speed towards something indescribable. Then I woke up.
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A smell of petroleum prevails throughout.
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