I was walking behind everybody feeling quite miserable when I suddenly realized where I am. I dreamt of this place before. I dreamt of me living in this building. I dreamt of this place twice even though I have never been here. My heart started to beat very fast. I couldn’t take a picture (this one is taken before it happened), I couldn’t do anything but look around and watch my dreams unfold, overlapping reality. Then, all the other people were quite in front so I quickly went after them so I don’t get left behind. And that’s it. No big revelation. No movie-like flashbacks. Just memories of dreams and dreams of other lives.