I was with my brother, and we were walking through a city. There were no specific land marks, but I had a feeling it was in Toledo. I'm pretty sure we were going to a bar or something. We decided to cut through a building, we were not supposed to be there. We were walking through a long hallway. Instead of going straight through we turned left. It was some sort of Hindu temple. This hall had lots of art and shrines. We were walking down this hall and someone came in behind us and shouted that we weren't supposed to be there. Mind you we are at our present age in this dream, grown ups, but we run away. As we are running down this hall it is getting smaller and smaller. My brother is bigger than I and eventually stops because he cannot fit. I push on. I am crawling and I get to a point where I am outside of the building crawling in a plexiglass enclosure. In my mind in the dream I rationalize that this is some sort of right of passage for Hindu followers and surely I can get out. I am right at the end and the crawl space turns down vertically before the exit. I get half way into the vertical drop and get stuck. I am pretty claustrophobic and I remember telling myself to just stay calm and wiggle my way out. It ended up getting so tight I couldn't breathe. At this point my dream went from first person to 3rd person and I watched myself suffocate. When I stopped breathing I woke up. Very unnerved, very uneasy. Of course when I fell back asleep I returned to the dream, but I knew I was dreaming and just started changing things around. I woke up again and never returned to that dream.
Very interesting stuff going on in that dream.
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