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I was momentarily a video game character who was in the urban, but sandy middle east and I found a secret entrance to a cavern by pulling away a massive stone. Inside there was a giant with no face, that I identified as the Cleveland Indians baseball team mascot. By this point I was myself and was unkindly greeted by the giant, who did not like humans. He allowed me to live and in the cavern the setting was similar to that of my school cafeteria. There were many tables and a lunch line where you could pass through and grab whatever you wanted. I wanted a strawberry-banana smoothie and as I reached for one I grabbed a strawberry-cheese smoothie. In disgust I threw the smoothie and picked up an actual strawberry-banana smoothie while making a witty comment to the girl near me.

Dreamed I was walking to the end of a road, exhausted. The sky was gray and overcast, and I could hear the sea nearby, though I could not see it. At the road's end was a slight rise and a stone fence with a gate. When I reached the gate, at the top of that rise, the sky lifted. Inside the gate was a house, and a lawn of the kind of impossibly bright green you only see when the light comes out after a storm. The house was old, dark stone, well-built and close-fitted, with a slate roof, wooden trim that might have been brown, or perhaps just soaked from the storm. The door was open, someone standing in the doorway, facing away from me. I opened the gate and stepped onto the gravel path from gate to door, and I could see the figure well enough to see it was a woman in a red dress, wearing a straw hat, but not well enough to tell who it was, just that my exhaustion dropped away and I began to run up the path. As I got closer, the figure in the doorway turned. It was you, and if the clouds had lifted at the gate, when you smiled the sun came out.

Driving.. in like an open jeep/car type thing with my friend.. I think we are going 'home' from Cape Breton... but not really sure where our 'home' is .. I remember talking - and her telling me about her 8 hour flight to Vegas.. and complaining about it.. Then all of a sudden.. we have to go through this bad fog.. but its not just fog.. there's like stuff in the air.. like its smoke from fire..(can't remember if we saw the guys at the fire then or not) And we can't see.. and I'm getting worried.. and she keeps driving through.. Then.. all of a sudden.. we don't have the car anymore..and we have to climb through these cliffs.. like scaling them.. She went ahead of me.. and somehow..she was on the cliff across from me... (maybe there was a way to get over there by scaling the rocks) and this guy was dragging (helping) her up. I was still on other cliff.. and making my way to the bottom - she was on top of your cliff. Then when I get to the bottom and turn around (as I was facing the rocks) there was a handsome (strawberry blonde/tall/scruff) guy standing right there in front of me. I remember thinking (and maybe saying)...well isn't this a nice surprise.. and I said 'hi' - and he said hi. Could tell there was a mutual attraction.. lol Then we are just hanging out - at the fire and stuff with the guys.. They were from Cape Breton - and going 'home' too.. so we were all planning on going 'home' together..

It was a hot, humid day in the desert. Plopped under an enormous pine tree, I drank the last bit of water I had out of my canteen. As I peered over my black bandana that covered my face from eyes down, I saw a blob making its way closer and closer to me. The grey figure drew closer as I rose to my feet next to my pink pony, Strawberry (one of those ponies from My Little Pony). I hopped on top of its saddle and kicked her stomach, cueing her to take off. However, she was so tiny that she fell over and started to sob. Furious, I began to run the opposite way of the figure, but by the time I started running, he was already behind me grabbing the back of my shirt. “Don’t shoot my hoooooorseeeee!” I yelled as he began to repeatedly shoot my horse. But what the man didn’t know was that My Little Ponies are magical. Strawberry repelled all of the bullets and attacked the man. In less than a second, the man was trapped inside her stomach as her special stomach acids burned him to death. His horse, a muscular Black Stallion, nudged Strawberry and urged her to come back home with him. It was love at first sight! I stood from a distance as my pony took off and eventually woke up.

You and I standing at the end of a country platform with three or four others. We have a picnic packed, including a bottle of white wine. You pull the bottle from the basket and ask me to get a corkscrew. I walk up the platform and have to get to the other platform. To do so I must walk through a train, from side to side. It is a troop train, full of damaged soldiers' bodies with missing limbs, wrapped in hessian, lying on straw. I feel sick but plunge through, wondering what detail I should tell you.  We are staying in a hotel, that feels a little like the one we looked at in Nice, with the lift that didn't work. We are desperate for a bath or shower but can't find one. I look around, see a cubicle, but it has only a toilet, not even a basin. As I look at it, you are being told by the receptionist that there are no washing facilities and that if we love each other we won't need to wash. It'll be fun, she says. She shows us where the shower room was, levering up some hardboard so we can peep through to a shower room long boarded up. I wonder if we could crawl through and if the plumbing would work. We decide to beg a shower from another hotel.  We are living in a house in the country.  It is a wreck. The walls are bare lath and plaster. There is no heating, although it is winter. We have several children with us and some adults. I make fires in some rooms. On the top floor I light it in the middle of the floor. On the ground floor is a small coal fire in a big fireplace. My mum is there . I tell her it is a good fire. I return to the top floor to put some rubbish on the fire there but you have swept the fire up and thrown it out of the window, to tidy up. You say best to burn things in the garden. I go downstairs. In the garden you have filled a large brick-lined fireplace with water and are swimming. I join you and say I wish we had thought of this long ago. You look knowing. 

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