A friend invited me to a party after she was told she could bring someone. Upon arrival the hostess gave me a warm welcome but seemed a bit surprised I hadn't come with a friend she expected instead of the one she brought me.
Dozens of people where gathered in this small mansion-like house with no other houses for as far as the eye could see. There seemed to be a party going on in every single room and in every room I entered, people were very hospitable towards me and my friend. We partied, laughed, drank and danced until someone told us to join a group going outside.
The next scene was at a fair and most of us were dressed up by now, wearing all kinds of - mostly silly - costumes. Someone had borrowed me theirs. It was fluffy, yellow and had a hole in one of the pockets where I had kept some of my belonings while my regular clothes were still at the house.
It was all fun and games until I realised I had misplaced my house keys. My dream-me was convinced I hadn't lost them along the way but left them in the house and I started to turn and walk back until someone stopped me: "Don't you see the sun is setting and you'll be too late? The house is already on it's way back to one of the Dutch islands: Terschelling and won't be back for a while."
Shrugging I resigned myself to my fate, not knowing if I'd ever be able to return home.
