In this latest dream, I was on holiday in Paris with my family and my friend Darren, who was staying with us at the time of the dream. We were checked into a hotel in a central part of the city, a hotel which was rumoured to be haunted by a white lady. Li was away at a conference, and I was with Darren and Lulu when we heard the shriek of war planes overhead. The plaza lit up as multiple warheads streaked across the leaden sky. We ran with a crowd of frightened civilians, attempting to escape the warzone. Debris exploded around us and something large and metallic fell out of the sky, narrowly missing us. A war was not something we had signed up for, but we managed to get a good distance away from the hotel and to safety. I thought perhaps they may have been return missiles from Russia or Ukraine.
Later on, we retraced our steps through the blast zone to get back to the hotel. When we complained at the front desk, the staff assured us that the strikes were over and we would be safe to finish our stay. We were not so sure, but did not have the time or money to find alternative accomodation. Darren had downloaded a ghost app, which tracked supernatural activity. It was night now, and as we lay in our beds in a shared room, Darren whispered that the white lady had been picked up on the app and was making her way from a distant canal to our hotel. The app marked her progress as a radar blip, and we cowered beneath the sheets as it drew ever closer.
"She's in the lobby now," he whispered, "let's pretend to be asleep." We closed our eyes and spent an uncomfortably long time waiting to see what happened. After a while, I checked the phone again and saw that the radar blip was right next to us, which meant the ghost had entered our room. I'm not sure what was more terrifying, the airstrike of earlier, or the confirmation of an invisible presence in the room. I will be going on holiday in Paris in real life in August, so let us hope this dream does not turn out to be prophetic.
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