I’m riding a motorcycle. Its in a dream world that I’ve been in plenty of times… the back alleys and streets around my grandmother’s house. There’s a need to get inside of some place… and its through a port with a specific number (computer reference). I get to the gate of the place which has two men gaurding it. I tell them emphatically that I need to get inside. But the ports are closing… they’re dirt and I can see the dirt holding up the entrance. I ride into the first entrance but when I make it to the second I realize that its too closed up and I can’t get through so I turn around. The first entrance is closing also so I lay the motorcycle down so that the back wheel is spinning with the throttle and I use the knobbies on the tire at full speed to break up the dirt in the entrance to the point that I’m able to get out.
Next thing I know, I’m watching from somewhere in the air a crowd of people walking on a hillside on a road toward a very large wrought iron gate, probably 10 feet tall and thick. I know that this is the only other port. The crowd is ushered in through the gate and it is closed from the outside by a man. He proceeds to climb the gate to get over. I notice that there’s a road on the hillside above and I’m coming on my motorcycle.
