I am in a room but decide to leave so I fly upwards through the ceiling. For a moment I think about just playing around in the clouds, but soon I get an impulse that I want to go to Cuba. I choose a direction, as if my mere intent of going somewhere takes me there. Soon I can see several small islands and cliffs in the sea. It doesn’t look the way I thought it would. My disappointment is short-lived though, because I hear a boat coming towards me. I turn around and see a boat with what I first believe to be a norwegian flag. I wonder where they are going and what norwegians are doing outside Cuba. I decide to follow them and soon they reach their destination, which is one of the islands in the area. When I get closer I can see that they actually are american scientists. What are they doing here? I think to myself. One of them enters the back of a huge truck. My curiousity forces me to follow, but just as I’m about reveal their cargo I decide to wake up.

I find myself sitting by a table with my girlfriend and an unknown 50-year-old woman. I am totally aware of that I am dreaming, which I soon tell the others. I describe my talking difficulties I experience almost every time I have a lucid dream. To my surprise the woman recognizes my problem and then she claims that she’s dreaming as well. My girlfriend seems confused – she doesn’t think of herself as being in a dream state. After this interesting but short conversation we leave the table. Suddenly we are in a big empty warehouse instead. We examine the building and find a hole in the floor. In some way we manage to get down through the hole, where we find a basement with plenty of pillars spread around the room. Here we get surrounded by a group of old sinister men. One of them, maybe their leader, comes closer and says that last week they had to kill 2 000 oneironauts. I awake with a start.