I do not remember my motivations, but the day before this one had a lot of travelling, a lot of thoughts, i felt lonely, and i wanted to leave that car and go back home that day, so i believe these elements made this dream...
It starts in an airplane strangely enough, i was wearing a balaclava out of all things, i think i was part of an airplane heist, but, i changed my mind, i felt like, i didn't want to commit such thing, even if it is for my benefit! (i don't remember what exactly was i looking for in this heist)
I jumped off the airplane, somehow...? And i had a parachute as well for some reason, when i landed on land, i was in... I didn't know what it was, so i took off my balaclava, and asked some woman in front of a store, she told me, strangely enough in Portuguese rather than in English that i was in Beverly Hills? I thought "Well... I'm f*cked." I don't have any money, and i was countries away from Brazil, i didn't bring anything with me, so, yeah, i was pretty empty. I wanted to ask the same woman if i could be with her due to this, but, i didn't, i don't think she would let that happen, and, besides, just makes me look pathetic.
I kept walking around Beverly Hills, and was starting to feel, sexual desires i guess... I was thinking as well "Maybe if i brought my self some paper, an eraser and pencils, i could perhaps get some money out of this." but i didn't of course... I found an orange warehouse somewhere, i thought i could be living there for now, as soon as i touched the warehouse, the dream ended. I guess i was better off being dead at that point...