I'm walking on a really specific path through several different places. While I walk, I tear small pieces of a paper I'm holding on my hands, making a trail behind me. There is a really specific reason I'm doing both, though, at first, I didn't know what exactly. It's a little confusing to explain, but it was like I knew I was supposed to be doing that, but I wasn't sure why exactly, even though it was my idea to start with, as if I didn't remember it quite well. I walk through streets, then into buildings, up elevators and into apartments, where I cross then go back again and leave the place through the back. Repeat for a dozen different places. As I walked by, people would turn their heads, look down at the paper trail and seemingly recognize it.

The first person to notice was this strange thin boy with blond hair tied up in a ponytail. He started following me around, and while at first I was creeped out I soon realized it was exactly what he was supposed to be doing. Other people were soon following me along with him, and I suddenly remembered - I had, at some point in my life (apparently, I had lived more than IRL, and apparently my life was more eventful, too), helped each and every one of those people. Now it was, in a way, time to collect. They would help me, because I had helped them in the past and they owed me. It's not like they were obligated to do it, it was some kind of matter of honor - they did it because they felt they should, not because they were forced. The paper trail was the way they would find me in case they lost track of me, and also it was the way I would signal I needed their help.

I notice the paper is almost over, but we're finally at our final destination, so it doesn't matter anymore, really. It turns out (I seem to remember this now, too), that the country (or the city?) was run by a corrupt government that controlled us all. However, they had a pretty stupid weak point - they were all in the same place, and they were few (though they controlled the city, somehow), so if we gathered enough rebels, we could overthrow them easily. At our rendezvous point were parked my RL car (a SUV) and a van. I figured, though I really felt we should have more people, that those cars filled with people would be enough. The van had three rows of seats. I get on the second one, where somehow the driver's spot was.

Around this point I realize I look like Edward Elric, from the Fullmetal Alchemist series. Hurley, from Lost, comes up. I greet him and tell him to get in and buckle up with the rest of us (all the others were already in the SUV or in the van). I'm not sure if I spoke English or Portuguese, but Hurley answered in English. "Nuh-uh, Dude. You let me to do it. I'll drive." (or something really similar). I was actually happy to see he was so willing to help us. I get out of the car, and wake up.