First took place in Nymphenburg Park where I often go to meditate and force. I was carrying a lot of food while walking along a steep edge that exists nowhere in that park when I tripped and fell to my death. While falling I wasn't even mad and just thought I'd wake up from a rather boring dream now - which I did. Falling was unpleasant though.

The second was somewhere on my East Asian journeys, maybe India, walking down a hill in a city full of colorfully clothed people going about their daily lives. One local family at a market stand approached me and asked me to film them with their camera. It was some cheap plastic camera but seemed indeed capable of taking videos. However the people kinda ignored me and began to pack up their stuff and leave. I was puzzled and didn't know what to do as there was nothing to film or take pictures of anymore. Nearby was another tourist, an old man with lots of camera equipment laid out on the floor, mostly lenses that were strangely battered and bent. It didn't seem to concern him. I wished they'd asked this guy instead of me as I felt I had to move on. Suddenly there was a friend from high school sitting next to me who advised me to keep going or I'll miss my flight. He seemed in no hurry himself and stayed there.
Somehow managed to get on a tourist bus that went along Vietnam's Ha Long Bay. While the tour guide announced the route I proudly told him: "Not me, I'm going to the airport!" He seemed worried and went to talk to the driver, returned and remarked that I was pretty late. I replied I still had lots of time but wasn't that sure anymore. Also I missed a suitcase but decided I could not possibly have carried a suitcase anyway. Being late and losing luggage was the most realistic part of the whole stuff. Finally the guide told me he'd drop me off at the 'spaceport' instead which was pretty cool. I mean did you even know that Vietnam had a spaceport?

I dunno if this was a separate dream or how I ended up there, but now things got really weird. A mixture of Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy and Ijon Tichy: Space Pilot but far less reasonable.
Anyway, the 'spaceship' was my childhood bunk bed and the captain a little girl that looked somewhat like tupper but was not. While lying in bed captain announced over the PA system that she had to recalculate our course or we'd end up in the sun but that didn't concern me in the least. Then I went inside - read: under the blanket and the inside was quite spacious. A terrace on a cliff overlooking a landscape and a villa behind it. Captain announced that we had entered hyperspace and the journey would take 20min. Out of curiosity I took another look 'outside' again. Everything was completely black, yet the bed was somehow illuminated from an unknown source. Yep, hyperspace!
Back inside, captain and the old photographer from before were standing on the terrace. First I talked to the guy (don't remember what) but actually I wanted to ask the girl a lot of questions. I asked what distance we'd be covering and she said 3.1 ly. I thought it was really cool that it would only take 20min to get home instead of spending an entire day on a plane but that our destination was light-years away did not ring any alarm bells. And I was amazed that this little girl seemed capable of sovereignly operating a spacecraft. I asked about her longest journey and she said she'd been in hyperspace for 6 months. Impressive!

We then went into the villa which was clearly upper-class but not overly luxurious. A big apartment with dark furniture and carpets on the floor. Captain was sitting on the floor and reading a children's book on space travel with the neighbor's dog on her lap, leaning against me. She seemed to wear Anzu Futaba's outfit but I'm not sure.
I took a closer look at the book and the cover turned into a French Asterix comic. I started to laugh uncontrollably with the girl and my mother, who out of nowhere was sitting at a desk nearby, gave me very concerned looks. I explained that the title, when translated to German meant 'Encyclopedia of German altar paintings'. Actually I could not read anything but somehow that was the funniest thing ever. To prove my point I opened a random page and a sacral painting that was displayed it the room as an antiquity was accurately depicted in the book. There was lots of text too but nothing that made sense. My mother demanded I hand over the book so I would not do any more nonsense and put it in a shelf. Suddenly it was announced that we had arrived. Mum grabbed a stuffed guinea pig which appeared to be her only luggage and we left.
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