It is night and I am walking together with a police officer and a person who has invented a mineral and compound detector which can identify any traces of matter or unidentified spots that the police officer wants identify. We walk around on a yard and someone must be holding a flashlight because around us it's dark but we have a vague lightsource illuminating the spots we see. The technician walks around and calls out all the spots he detects. Throw ups, blood, detergent, sulphur... and the police officer immediately says when he arrested that person and that they indeed threw up, or bled, or so on. Some of the spots are found by the police officer and then he calls out what they are and the technician confirms it. Both of them marvel at the usefulness of this tool.

I am now in a hospital hallway walking toward a room at the end of the hallway. It is a teaching hospital because I enter the staff lounge and see a bookshelf with textbooks near the door. I am not too impressed with the variety or quality of the books. People enter and exit. They seem exited about something. There is going to be a presentation of some kind. Someone talks about an autopsy that he had photos from but he says he never saw the autopsy itself. I continue to walk toward the door that leads to the presentation rooom. The doot is guarded and even has some signs attached to it to further repel interested but inelligeble visitors. I enter without problems and find myself in a hall with rows of chairs. The audience consists mostly of middle aged professors of both sexes. I instantly notice that there seem to be a division between men and women, so that the women are for the most part sitting on the left side seen from the stage, and the men are sitting to the right. I decide to break the pattern and find a seat with the men. Then I notice that large parts of the rows are taped off for 'Bonus visitors'. I wonder if I am a Bonus visitor but highly doubt it. I find a seat and watch more people enter. The presentation is about to begin.

Now I am inside a plane. This plane is a private plane owned by the government but today some civilians have been able to use it as well. It is a very rare thing to be able to even see the insides of this plane unless you are a military employee. We are flying to Europe. This plane is much faster than a regular plane and when I ask about the estimated flight time from a nearby passenger she says the flight is about two hours shorter. For some reason I had expected an even shorter flight. She or someone else also tells me to prepare for the takeoff because it is much more intense than a regular flight. I attach the seatbelt, and moments later the plane takes off. It accelerates with enormous speed and lifts off within seconds after which it begins to escalate at a steeper and steeper angle until we literally are lying on our backs in the seats. I am now worried my seatbelt won't hold me in position and grab hold of the armrests to keep myself in place. We are pressed into our seats by the acceleration but it is not getting any easier to stay put. I begin to feel around my back with one hand and find something that could be an additional seatbelt to secure over the shoulders, like a fourpoint seatbelt. I manage to add those parts to hold me in place and I look around to see what others have done. I see some without seatbelts and some who have casually kept one part of the belt around the neck. I now slowly realize that what I thought was the shoulder addition to the seatbelt in fact are the suspending parts of a backpack! Well, I don't have to worry anymore because the plane has now reached the desired altitude and I am no longer falling out of my seat. But I do wonder about the seatbelts for a long time.

We look to see what luxury items we have in a seat pockets and find a variety of high quality silk nightware. Very nice, but the seats are too close together to be able to stretch out and actually sleep. So we sit and wait, and hope the hours indeed will be short.