Pete and the TR3B spaceship

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In the dream, Pete described this particular recording I was watching as "the best recording out there at the moment". That's how it felt, because you had the feeling you were right there - the recordings were so detailed.
At first you saw normal fighter jets in the air. They flew constantly upwards, towards space. One of the jets made a sideways turn and suddenly you saw behind it a spaceship in a triangular shape, also known as a "TR3B"- completely in black. It was crystal clear to see, looked high-tech and was definitely bigger than the fighter jets.

Pete and an unidentified woman commented on the video clip. The camera zoomed in much closer to the TR3B - so close that it looked like one of the fighter jets was "tracking" the TR3B. The unknown lady said she recognized a certain language on the ship - transcript. A very old language that has been forgotten by many.
(Note at this point: In the dream I thought she said the name "transcript", but that is not a language - however, I once heard of so-called "Sanskrit" - a very old language. This word sounds very similar to "transcript", so it could be that the lady in the dream actually said "Sanskrit", but I misunderstood it.

The camera kept zooming in on the TR3B until the perspective suddenly changed and you could see Pete with the unknown woman on the spaceship. At first I saw the whole thing from an observer's perspective, but at the same time I had the feeling that I was right there. From that point on, it was no longer a video that I was watching - it was an extremely real scene.

The atmosphere seemed as if this was now a serious mission. Pete had a gun with him and was exploring the spaceship with the unknown lady. At no time did I see the figure of the lady - I only heard her voice. It should be noted that we were on the surface of the TR3B, which looked like the deck of a large freighter.

Pete knew exactly what he had to do. His senses were as sharp as a panther's. He looked like a professional and perfectly trained soldier from a galactic special forces unit. The way he swung his weapon around and the way he moved gave the undoubted feeling that he had been perfectly trained.

On the deck of the TR3B, we saw a large building with huge windows directly in front of us. The unknown lady said that the glass was bulletproof. Pete then fired a shot - but as expected, the glass was unharmed. I was worried that the shot would blow our secret mission, but we remained "still" undetected.

We walked on and after a short time reached a plateau, still on the deck of the ship. At the other end of the plateau were soldiers guarding the entrance to the large building with the bulletproof glass. From that point on, everything went quite quickly.
I put one of the guards out of action. Another guard wanted to shoot at Pete, but I stopped him. The fight was won and we were now standing in front of the entrance that led to the inside of the TR3B spaceship. Before we went in, I woke up.

But I didn't fully wake up yet, I was still in a dream - I just didn't know it because it seemed deceptively real.
I really wanted to tell Pete about the dream and planned to write him an e-mail.

For some reason I made my way to the hospital, to a kind of waiting room with a balcony. I even wrote in the email that I was currently in hospital, but I was fine - I only chose this "location" to write the email, for whatever reason...

At first I was alone in the waiting room, but a short time later a strange woman came in with her child. She seemed to be carrying heavy groceries and asked me to help her carry them. It was an estimated 3-5kg bag of "something frozen" - hard to say exactly what.
Be that as it may, I continued with the e-mail and had already made a good bit of progress. Suddenly, my grandpa "Luigi" came into the aisle and sat down in the waiting corner. Yes, my grandad's name really is Luigi and, surprisingly, he's also Italian - and here's the thing - his brother's name is Mario! I could hardly believe it myself when he told me this once.

I asked my grandpa in amazement: "What are you doing here?" He, on the other hand, didn't seem surprised - he said to me: "You look better already, what's the matter? I allowed myself a joke and said it was the onion, which for some reason I suddenly had in my hand and was eating. Yes, indeed, I was eating a raw white onion - for whatever reason. I woke up after that.