so I found ymself walking across a dirt path in what i believed to be portland maine, which is where my parents grew up/ where my grandparents lived for years. As im walking around, i keep telling this companion of mine how wonderful the scenery, the hills and the ocean are. This companion that i had was a very cute girl.as we are walking we come to a fork in the road, and she suggests to take a left. it takes us to what appears to be a refurbished native american longhouse, perhaps an old museum. We go into the structure, where people appaer to be hanging out and drinking in the sun. It seems a chill laid back party vibe, so i sit down with this chick.after making out with her, she tells me, "oh im a lesbian, haha", then contintues to flirt with me. At this point im stoked, because i really like thios girl. I then ask her her name, and she tells me her name is zachary. that's my name. I then go the bar to get a drink then realize, HOLY SHIT your the girl who i dreamt about olast night, therefore i must be in a dream. Then i go back to where this chick is sitting, ask her name again and she tells me her name is sarah. I then realize we are not in maine, but in an old fort in colorado. i entered another layer.
what the fuck