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I dreamt that I was about to get on a plane with some people. We were going on some sort of adventure, had a purpose to our trip besides fun. I had a map with me and when I went through security they thought it was suspicious. The security guard took the map and spoke to his supervisor which was a woman. She had dark brown hair and was short and stocky with a stern look. It was as if she was looking for trouble. As they unfolded the map, it opened to large and flat, and seemed to have a bit of a 3-D hologram affect. You could see the topography, color and what was under the land as well. What caught the supervisor's eye was the heat sensory information that the map showed that was under a mountain. I don't think it was natural, like magma. I think the red heat represented something that had been done or would be done by man.

When they first took my map, I had asked to go to the restroom. I had a gut feeling something was going to go wrong with this and as I walked away I heard her say that I shouldn't have this map if I was innocent. This map meant I was connected to whatever dark thing the red was related to. I hurried to the ticket counter thinking I should get straight to the plane with the time I had bought. The older counter person fumbled with my ticket, but I knew not to rush him. As soon as the ticket was in my hands I rushed towards a shuttle. I knew I couldn't go through the formal gate. This led me to a sort of baggage handling system. It twisted and turned and let out to an outdoor location. The track for the luggage was full of transparent glass marbles, maybe to better roll items on. A person, here and there, were sitting on the marbles. For some reason, this seemed normal. I decided to trust my feet and walked on top of the marbles to move more quickly to the end of the track. When I reached a small tunnel, I saw my friend there. It was a moment of do or don't to jump in a hole with him. I didn't. In that second I knew I made a mistake as I think he was leading me somewhere safe. I just didn't understand it, so I didn't go.

I ended up outside on a sunny patch of concrete. To the left led to the airplanes, to the right led to some sort of compound, but for Disney. It was sort of a strange retirement place for retired Disney employees, but more of a prison. The houses were little and close up to each other. I decided to hide between two of the little homes when a person came out. A tiny little old person, something like the size of an elf. They saw me as a visitor and had no suspicions, so I crouched down and chatted for a bit. Then I heard the plane's engine. I made a run for it and made it to the stairs and entered with no resistance. The passengers were all up and about getting situated. I saw my friends and made eye contact. I knew I had to switch out someone's passport for mine. Someone that was just the similar color of skin and hair.  I think I was going to make it.