I am in the middle of a yoga session. I am resting on my yoga mat and am lying on my right side. I pull a veil or sheet over my face and head. I can see through it. A slight breeze or draft coming from the front of the room. It is hitting my head and I can feel the wind on my face. I hear the instructor ask the students to do a rather advanced pose which means that the student will lean on one arm and throw the rest of the body swiftly up to the side and then land in a cross-legged position. I see a woman do it and she successfully lands, to my great surprise. No one seem to mind that I am resting.

I am at what seems to be UCLA's track-and-field area. I am advising a man on how to get to an English pub nearby. I see a street from above and I know that Tom and Nicole live at the end of the street.

I am walking into a house. A family that I vaguely know live here. The house is extremely beautiful and the walls and floors are in dark noble wood. I see a room that could pass for a small kitchen or a bedroom. I see a counter and some modern design in earthy colors. We continue on into another room. The sister and brother in the family are with me. It is time to go to sleep and the brother hold my head close to his. I think his sister is not very happy about it. When I look out the window I see Tom's and Nicole's home. I try to spot someone inside the house but I cannot see anyone. I am now inside a room with a lot of small decorated containers attached to the walls. They look like small white boxes with picturesque motives imprinted on them. I see that they are hanging up-side-down. The brother is packing something. I keep observing the containers and I wonder what possibly could be kept inside of them.