I'm in a hotel room in a different country, with Misha and Steve and probably Keta. This exists in a parallel universe, and I know this in the dream, where Misha and I met up again after we were divorced, and got married again, which kind of made sense at the time, but later I have serious doubts about it. There's some kind of sex going on between us on this morning, but it is interrupted by my siblings getting up and moving around.

We're going to leave this country and go home tomorrow, so we're talking about how best to spend this day and evening. Steve seems to be a little impatient about making plans, like we're wasting too much time planning. I suggest that tonight we should go out to a club or something and take some hallucinogenic drugs, like Molly.

Then I have a suggestion from a previous dream, where we were in a different country, and followed some guidebook tip to this sacred space in a tall building in the city. We had to follow these symbols scrawled in chalk on the wall, of a circle with horizontal and vertical lines, though alleys and halls and stairs. It seems like I was the only one with a flashlight, and kept getting ahead of the group, but it was a fun experience, and we should try to find something like that again.