I went with my family on holiday somewhere south with beaches, clubs and hotels. With us was a family who were a mix of our neighbors from Kenya and Mozambique. The parents were from the Mozambique neighbor family and the kids from the Kenya family (both Finnish families).
I'm alone at first, looking for our hotel. I come across the hotel where the other family is staying. They're presently swimming in the pool. I go greet them. I step over a railing and notice too late the sign that says "stepping over the railing will sound an alarm". The alarm sounds, but there is an intercom near the railing. A woman's voice is asking what's going on. The mother of the other family explains it was a mistake. She then has to feed a certain amount of coins to a collector near the intercom to pay a fine for the false alarm. It was just a couple of cents. I promise to pay her back when I have coins handy.
Next, I'm in a store. The price level is pretty much the same as it is back home. I have taken 40 euros from my bank account to spend, but I don't find anything to buy. This is a food store and I'm pretty fed up with any sort of candies right now. Not hungry for anything else, either. I get out and decide I'll go to some club.
Next, I'm at dinner. There's my parents, the other family, my cousins, uncle and possibly other relatives. My uncle is looking sad, not talking much, and I feel sad for him. I sit beside my cousin and we talk about someting I don't remember. I say something to my parents, but they don't answer. I ask my cousin what I did last night. I realize I don't remember anything since leaving the store. I shortly considered the possibility of me getting much too drunk at clubs, but thought that's not me.
My parents then start talking about how they had expected me to spend the night clubbing. Instead, I had come home already at midnight and eaten a lot of the mexican food they had prepared. My dad then comments it's good that I at least ate well before I died.
I wonder what this is about. I try talking to dad, then my cousin. Suddenly no one hears me anymore. I realize I really am dead.
Next, I'm at a restaurant where I'm supposed to meet the ex-Minister of Foreign Affairs (who recently had to resign after sending several SMS to a stripper). I had changed cameras with him for some reason and now we would change them back. I give him his camera and he gives me mine. I then realize all my pics were still on the memory card and ask for the card, also trying to give him the card that had his pics on it. He says he already transferred his pics onto his laptop, which is sitting in front of me on the table. He seems surprised and asks me "didn't you copy your pictures yet?". I answer no. He says he's sorry, but he's really busy, so I'll just lose my pictures. I wonder why we can't change cards, since they're the same capacity, but I don't ask the question. I look at the laptop and notice in the taskbar that he has opened the webpage of some funeral arrangement service. I wonder if this has something to do with me dying, but I don't dare touch his laptop. I then ralize: The pictures!! I should have browsed the camera's pictures! They could have given me an idea of what had happened last night. Surely I would have taken some pictures, whatever I had been doing.
I don't remember waking up.