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Date: 3/26/2019

J and I were in Morocco, on the last leg of the journey. We were at a hotel(?) and getting to leave. But we weren’t leaving together at the same time, so we checked to make sure each other know where exactly to go, so that we can meet up together at the last destination. Our room number for the last stay was 1747, situated just outside of the big square of all the hotel rooms. The shape was like b, all the rooms at the circle of the b, but it was a square. And then you have some rooms more rooms on the stick. 1747 was just outside of the square on the stick. I was at home and talking to my mom. Time for to me to go, so I called a uber. The uber driver was one of boxing instructors at the oculus. He was driving on the right. He was friendly and we were chitchatting on how he needed to have a side job to support himself outside of being a boxing instructor. We got to the big square and I was getting ready to leave, something got stuck and caused me delay in getting out of the car. He asked me to stay just a little bit to check out his class and enjoy the place but I told him I really have to go and have stuff to do. He then stopped being friendly and had a RBF. I finally got out of the car and headed to 1747. I thought I knew exactly where to go but it was dark out and the numbers were hard to read. I took a road to head to the edge to find our rooms. I found myself almost at the middle of nowhere, on this garbage field, a bunch of feral cats waiting in the dark. I unfortunately made an eye contact with them and he started to follow me. Then one by one a number of them started following me, asking me to feed them. They were slowly following at the beginning but then they started chasing and their eyes started to shine and they looked really scary and were about to attack me. I then had to use my suitcase as barrier to fight some off so that they won’t jump and land on me. I started running and then magically I found myself in front 1747. I saw the light coming through the holes on the metal gate and peeked inside and saw a person that looked like J just finishing up his meal, (he was wearing his Zara hoodie and white or light beige sweat pants). I tried not to make a lot of noise because it was late at night and didn’t want to stir those wild scary hungry feral cats again so I gently knocked on the gate. Luckily J opened the door and let me in, but somehow he looked annoyed/emotionless. I tried to tell him about the cats but it didn’t seem like he could hear or see me. And then I woke up.