I was on a bus with a bunch of MMA fighters. I knew they were MMA fighters, because they had their hands wrapped and had the open finger grappling gloves on. We were going to a MMA training facility. The name of the facility was “The Garage”. This stands out to me because I was able to read that in my dream. We went there to see how the fighters there did their training. The facility was huge. It had a massive easy chair in it that would hold at least 20 people. It also held a large twisty slide, like the kind that you would see at a water park. The dream had a real feel with lifelike colors. That is what I can remember of the dream.
Disclaimer: I’ve the highest respect for the people of Greece, Hungary, and Singapore - this dream is recited “as is” and it in no way reflects my own opinions about the quality or economic condition of these three countries. In this dream I was visiting a town with a friend - I don’t seem to know him in real life but he somehow reminds me of a friend who left my previous church. The town was somewhat European and suburban, with buildings of about 7 to 8 stories lining the streets. We walked through the parks and apartment buildings and they seemed to be in good order. “Seems like the buildings are in reasonably good shape despite the economic troubles in Greece”, referring to the Greek side of the town. (The town was without borders, had open borders - like what we see in Europe of a town between two countries and a street being the border). After this saying though, there was a homeless person in the backstreet, and my friend said, yes, although Hungary might not be doing so well (referring to that person in the backstreet). When we finally reached a street level shop by the sea, there’s a take out restaurant and I walked to the counter, intending to order a Greek style kebab. The lady at the counter said, “we are actually closing at 7pm (already past by 1 min or so), but I will make an exception and take your order”. I said thank you. There is a rest room on my right hand side as I was facing the counter, and after ordering I went in. It looked precisely like the restroom at my grandparent’s house. And I said, is this place refurbished from their house? However, my friend said that my grandparents house is a few houses away down the street. Even though I ordered a Greek kebab, what I got was a salad instead. I started eating it, however as I was eating I looked at the plate and saw stapler nails, broken hooks, and the like on the plate. So I decided to pay more attention to what I was chewing, and found that I also had those stapler nails in my mouth, so I spit them out one by one like what you’d do with fish bones. There turned out to be a lot of that stuff in my mouth that I spit out. I decided to take a photo and write a bad review for this restaurant online.