I dreamt about Halloween. It would've been about dusk. I was walking down the streets, tarred roads, in a modern day Calgary. Maybe it looked like our soon to be redeveloped East Village/Inglewood. The streets were themed, and buildings were decked out all Halloween like - with huge graphic boards of grafitti and other scary things. Think an overly intentional and well-done spooky. I was walking by myself, but there were a lot of people around me, I don't think I knew anyone. I crossed over a bridge, and on my right was a stunning graphic art billboard on the building. I followed like the cattle of humans, and turned left. The double story shophouses were converted into haunted houses. One building in particular, as a means to attract footsteps, featured a man-like hologram, who would have aced a multiple personality disorder test. You'd essentially roll the dice, and test your luck, to see what kind of horrors awaited you in the house. It was my turn to roll the dice. The scary holographic man puffed out shades of green and white around him, laughed some kind of evil sinister laugh, but I wasn't intimidated. He said, "enter the building. At your own risk." I entered. The first floor was rather creaky. Old baseboards, old hardwood floors. It all felt familiar, but I couldn't place the location. (editor's note: Now that I'm awake and functioning, I realised the location reminded me of my friend's place in Baltimore, and the International Hostel I stayed at in NYC). The staircase wrapped around the walls, and creaked with every step I took. The house was predominately bare with high vaulted ceilings. No art on the walls, no furniture. I went up the stairs. On the second floor, the ceiling seemed lower. The person, a gruffy unkempt kind of man, behind me coaxed, "Keep going, go up the stairs again." I walked down the second floor's narrow carpeted hallway. Turned left, and saw 3 narrow short steps, the ceiling didn't get any higher, so I had to crouch lower. The dimly lit house still had it's cream-white walls. Before I could enter the 3rd-floor, the same holographic-scary-man in puffs of green and white appeared. He laughed his scary laugh and then continued on, "enter". Almost immediately, screaming girls came running out of that 3rd floor room. I entered, and there wasn't anything scary about it. Maybe the dice I had rolled earlier wasn't too bad. I stayed in the room a while, hunched over. There was a microwave or some electronic kitchen gadget sitting in the bare room? Eventually, I left the attic-styled 3rd-floor, down the narrow carpeted 2nd floor, and made my way down the creaky staircase. I saw the large glass windows and out onto the streets. The streets were filled with people, in a semi-riot and definite panic. I made it out into the open. It was now leaning into day-light on the streets. I saw my ex. Or more like he saw me. A stranger, a guy, grabbed my arm and dragged in a different direction, right into the panic-stricken streets. My ex saw that, and then came running for me. Throughout the madness, the crying, and screaming, there was definitely a sense of calm about me. I felt no fear.