Sweden

Date: 9/16/2019

I was in a basement. There was a party going on. A man was talking to me, and wanted me to go with him. He said I wasn't safe in the basement. I went with him to an apartment building. It was in Sweden. I couldn't figure out how we had gotten there. I was nervous about something. The man didn't try to flirt or anything. He had curly blonde hair. I was looking out the window, amazed. It was late at night and the sun was still out. The man mentioned that I was supposed to go golfing with friends of his, but I wasn't really interested and I wanted to go take pictures. We got into a car and he drove around, over a really old metal bridge. He said I had to stay with him to be safe.