Carla’s party

Date: 1/7/2019

I was drinking and partying with my deceased friend Carla. We were in a hotel or something. After the party, I had left my phone charging in the restaurant. Carla’s parents wanted to have an intervention with her. I hugged and kissed her and left. I took an elevator that wasn’t with the others and when me and this little boy got in the elevator, there was an operator or driver and the elevator flipped on its side and jerked and moved us all around. When the door opened, we were in a little Mexican village. It was very clean and colorful. I thought the little boy would know where we were because he looked Mexican but he didn’t say. He let me use his phone to call Paul but it was a weird old flip phone and I couldn’t dial the numbers right. Also, the process of dialing was somehow connected to me feeling horny. I finally got through to Paul but he didn’t seem concerned that I was in a Mexican village. He did say something about my delay in checking in with him. After I hung up the phone, I told the little boy I figured out how we could get back. He knew too. We both pointed at railroad tracks but they were high and difficult to reach. The little boy suggested a path but it was too treacherous. We finally figured it out. Then I put my hand through my arm and realized I was dreaming. I was next aware of lying in my bed but still asleep. I tried to masturbate but was not very successful.