I am walking into a house and it feels as if I am entering the attic. There is a room filled with people. Most of them are old and
grey. They sit around the room and wonder why we (I might be there with A but I am not sure) came there. This house is a
place that people come to - but no one ever leaves the house. Old men are looking at me with puzzled looks - they want me
to tell them - now that I AM here - what it is like out there nowadays. I begin to understand that I am not leaving but I decide
to leave after all and I walk toward the door. I hear protests from the people in the room but I push the door and it opens.
Another door in front of me is closed. I am now aware that I am dreaming. I try to push this door open but as soon as it has
opened a little someone seems to push against it on the other side. I try again but to no avail. Then I become angry and I say OPEN -
and the door opens up! I walk through and I am now close to the exit but I see a door to my left and I open it. A hallway with
another door. I open that door. I am aware of my dream and I am thinking that I am probably creating these doors because
I am afraid of what is hiding behind them. So I decide to think that this next door that I open will reveal whatever it will, that
I am now ready to see it. It opens with my will...