I’m looking at a giant house, like a mansion or compound. There is a river behind it and a creek running around the front. It sits atop a rocky hill. I’m playing in the creek, poking a stick at a bunch of grass, sticks and dead fish that have clogged a small tributary of the creek. I flip over one of the dead fish and it look fake, like it is craved out of wood. Several of the fish are also fake but I see real ones swimming around.
Next I am climbing around the branches of a winding tree across the creek from the house. I am up so high I can see over the house and across the river, it looks more like a lake. The tree is covered in rough, grooved bark with knots that stick up like bumps. There is a group of young girls there. (below the tree and wading in the water.) They are younger than teenagers, but seem older. One of them talks to me.
Wednesday, February 8, 2006
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