I am getting ready to go to upper secondary school. I am trying on different clothes in my old room at home. After various combinations of all kinds of nice and less nice looking clothes, I decide for a combination with pants, a button down shirt and a scarf. This whole ordeal is very frustrating and I cannot seem to decide what I want to wear. I do not have much time on hand before I have to leave for class. The clothes I am wearing are from the U.S.

Now I am walking around a huge estate together with someone. I think it is Arnold Schwartzenegger's and his wife's home. His wife has some kind of essential oil and candle product line and they often use their home in info-mercials. I walk into their bedroom. It is light and huge. Along one of the walls I see shelves filled with scented candles and products in pastel colors. The candles are set in clear glass jars and everything is very color coordinated and Martha Stewart like. I see their bed and work-out station nearby. Everything is in soft white and there are even cushion like rugs on the floor. I continue to walk around the house and come to an entrance hall that has a view of several floors inside the building. I see a bathroom with an impressive view of the garden. I am walking outside the building from the back toward the front. There is ivy clinging to the wall in extremely perfect formations. It is almost as if the plants have been sprayed with glue to stay in a perfectly beautiful position. There are small ledges here and there on the wall and these plants create a very organic and pretty appearance to the otherwise white walls of the outside of the house. I think there is a movie theater in the house as well.

Now I am in some type of courtyard that serves as a pub and a movie theater. I am sitting down at a round table and notice that some girls I knew years ago are sitting there. I am aware that I am wearing nice looking clothes and I notice that my second cousin is checking out my Ralph Lauren jeans. I feel very accepted at the moment, almost admired. Almost to the point of resentment.

Now I am standing up and I walk up to a doorway to a small room where a group of people are watching a horror/sci-fi movie. I also see some sci-fi posters that someone is holding. Some people are driving by in an old car and the car is creating a huge cloud of exhaust. Or it might be a group of people smoking all at once and creating a cloud of fume…

Now I am standing on a plain. A road is leading through the plain. People are seen scattered here and there. I do not really recognize any of them but after a while I do see similarities between some of them. In fact, I soon begin to notice/realize that some of these people here are one and the same person - only from a different time. So here I see a small boy and a young man and they are the same person. I see other people, sometimes up to three individuals, that I know are the same person but from a different time in their lives. For some odd reason I have encountered people who have encountered themselves at another age. Strange but fascinating to observe. Some of the people see each other and stand next to the other self, and sometime the person has changed quite a lot from when he/she was a child to when he/she is grown up. I mostly see men. There must be some kind of time distortion.