Pursuant to the Post for the Deceased, after Ira left the plane I arrived at my destination where I met up with my youngest brother and a tonne of my other friends. This Airport was brown, I think signifying the current plane of existence. I didn't have to struggle to get to customs, I didn't have to wait so I'm guessing my life here in the world has been summed up as not that bad actually. But the toilets in that place turned out to be a demon portal if  I wasn't careful. This was according to a charming man I had met who did help me a lot.

I don't know. My subconscious is weird.

Oh and I was at that shopping mall again, a construct of my own mind I suppose, and it's always the same one. New location to add: The Airport.

What's strange is that I did see some very scary beings but I didn't wake up because I wasn't scared enough.

On another note, it's true that when your body is healthy your mind is healthy and the more good stuff you feel like doing... unless of course you happen to be a sadistic psycho bordering on homicidal rage then please by all means stay at 50% body fat percentage.

I have to bring mine aaaallll the waaaay dooooooown to between 25% and 31% or less.
Fitness, I come for you.