in this dream i was in an airport, someone calls me over to a table and i sit with them, we start playing a card game and i have a piece of paper used for it. we play the card game and he talks about how i want to go to a psychiatric hospital to escape the white grid. he tells me it's important for me to stay. i ask him how he knew about that and he doesn't answer. we continue playing and he looks over at me and says "there are souls in that paper". i look down at it and everything i wrote down starts to fall off the paper and disappear. i lose control of my body and my hand starts drawing a rectangle. and then the rest just appeared. the lines in the box represented a certain number of people and the faces represented all the people that were aware of being in the white grid. he tells me the face outside of the box is the one person that left the white grid
