I was with my dad, my grandparents on my mom’s side and an old woman I did not recognize in the headquarters of some sort of federation that defended printing companies. The woman explains that they are trying to get the government to create a fund to help printing shops, but does not tell us that they already have subsidiaries and my dad does not believe any of what she says.

My grandpa shows us a sheet of thick red paper with some political manifesto printed on both sides of it. He tells us this is what he agreed with when he was young, and he could get arrested just for having this manifesto with him.

The woman then explains that to fight for a printing company, they would need to write a letter on ten sheets of kraft (brown) paper, then mail it in a kraft envelope.

I then remember falling asleep in a bedroom in the attic of my grandparents’ home, which would be accessible via a set of stairs in a hallway that, in real life, leads to my grandpa’s office. I was in the middle of a double bed, caught between my grandpa to my left and my dad to my right. In the morning, my grandpa wakes up and goes downstairs.

I start feeling an extremely fast heartbeat, something like 400 beats per minute, and tell my dad to go get me some water. He heads down towards the garage, where a sink can be found, takes a long time, then comes back up with a glass of coke, which makes me angry. For context, I was having palpitations IRL due to stomach issues, and soda is definitely not going to help, so I was mad at my dad for being very unhelpful. I never went above 150bpm during a palpitation.

I then woke up with a strange sensation, as if this palpitation was real, but they were only light vibrations of an unknown origin that faded away, and my heart was beating normally.