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This was the second of my galantamine dreams from last night. The beginning and middle were fun. The end? Not too good. Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid Lucid #47: Lost in America The wind is loud outside but the noise suddenly settles into a murmur. I know that I am close to a WILD, and soon... I am in a light rail station, holding hands with my son E. The floor is red brick and the sky above us is clear. Tall buildings surround us on all sides. I do not recognize the buildings, but for some reason I believe that this is New York. I tell E, "Well, buddy, we are in New York. This is... well, this is not real, but it is a train station." He hops around, pointing gleefully at the train. I walk with him to the opposite end of the station. The train starts to move, and E suddenly breaks away from my grip and runs toward it! I am panicked at the site of him running carelessly toward that train and I run after him. He stops short of actual danger and I grab onto his hand, making sure I have got a good grip this time. "E, you cannot do things like that! If you are going to run off, we cannot be here." I take him with me out to a parking lot and our family car is waiting there. There is a small memory gap here, but I am pretty sure that the car did not have child seats, but I just ignored this. We are driving in the neighborhood where I grew up. E is there at first but after a few blocks I look back and he is gone. I pass a set of kids that look like they are fighting. I cannot tell what is going on but it looks like someone might be taking a beating. I jump out of the car, forgetting that it is still moving. To my dismay, the car keeps going, turns the corner by itself and drives out of sight. The kids disperse, and nobody seems upset anymore. There is another memory gap before I find myself being shown a house by a real estate agent who looks kind of like <PERSON>'s <PERSON>. She calls herself "<PERSON>" and the house has a beautiful, open interior. I am impressed with the place and wonder if it is similar to any other houses I have seen IWL. When she takes me into the back of the house, though, things take a horrible turn. The rooms in the back are dark and smoky with makeshift drapes blocking out the sunlight. Drug addicts are passed out all around the place, laying on beds, floors and furniture. Some of them twitch occasionally and I see one man whose leg is streaked with blood. <PERSON> seems mildly embarrassed and says, "It does need a little fixing up." When we get to the bathroom, I see a clearly dead man lying in the tub. I panic, probably lose lucidity, and run back down the hall. <PERSON> is running too, but the hallways have all changed. I cannot find my way back to the sane part of the house and my panic collapses the dream.