I dreamed some friends and I were in a long, low house being held by a large woman who was on the phone with the authorities when we snuck out. We sneaked down the driveway and a flying car stopped for us. It was driven by other friends, and in the back seat was a friend I hadn't seen in years -- she looked like Busy Phillips but her face was yellow, pink, striped green and blue. She was a beautiful rainbow of color. She and our other friends were from another universe and had come to take us back there, where we'd be safe.
We took off and in the blink of an eye we were traveling through the pinkish clouds of another world. We stopped at a white chapel/fortress/castle and I paced up and down the battlements, talking to an old friend (Christina!) on the phone -- the phone was an old Nokia.
The people who were helping us were even more colorful, all over, a rainbow splash of happiness, in contrast with our gritty and dull colored world. I got off the phone and we awaited the "authorities" of Earth, prepared to fight.
And then I woke up.
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