4 nights ago (I'm figuring) I slept in Walkerville under the tarp. It was relatively comfy, though my breath was condensing on the inside and getting my blanket wet. I dreamt that I was arguing with a lady in the Wal-Mart parking lot about the 7.5 million $ tape clean-up, trying to convince her that the figure made no sense, and that the painter's union had volunteered to clean up the capitol for free, but she was having none of it. I think she was calling me a communist.

2 nights ago I was in Walkerville again, but sat upright in a chair all night wearing 5 layers of shirts, my jacket, and my poncho, with a blanket over me as it snowed several inches of heavy, wet snow. We had been expecting rain. I'm not sure if rain would have been better or worse. The snow left a real mess.

Last night I ended up sleeping on the 2nd floor of in the capitol. I had the following dream:

I was with a large community of people living together in some relatively enclosed area. There were outdoors but it was hard to leave, or if not hard, nobody wanted to. I didn't focus on this aspect of the place very much in the dream but we seemed to be confined somehow. There was a cafeteria-like room where people went in shifts to eat meals and also to charge their batteries and use the internet a little bit. That was kind of a happy time.

There was a group of people that were sort of in charge of the whole thing, and they were always going off and making bad deals that cost us a lot of resources, and we were always mad, but they would never listen to us. They may have been called "The Republicans". I thought of them as such.

We had groups of soldiers got deployed somewhere outside our little base for 8 hours at a time. I may have been one of them or gone with them once.

A lot of people talked about a recurring dream where they were 'falling through a black void'. I don't remember if I had them, personally. We decided the dreams were influenced by all the time spent in the coal mine (apparently this is what we did all day). As we discussed this I saw that the square cross-section dark-colored marble pillars around the rotunda curved to the side towards the top, and I imagined climing up one. It was black, like inside the mine.