One or two nights ago I had a dream that Hillary Clinton and I were in a big house trying to find the basement bathroom together. I think maybe there was some kind of party going on upstairs?

Dreams from this morning, after coming home from Sara's house:

There was this tree that was getting cut. But it was really huge and despite all the cutting people had only managed to remove a 10' square tangential section on each side. I stepped back and saw that the tree was suer tall, like the height of a skyscraper. If they stopped cutting it now it might survive and not be too destablized. I wanted them to stop cutting it, but maybe it was for some reason I was unaware of.

I was, like, up north with Sara, visiting her family. Except I was sitting in a bar somewhere, alone, waiting for Sara to come back from somewhere. Maybe I was trying to do some work in the meantime. We were celebrating New Year's Eve, it seemed like, me and the people in the bar. But I wasn't celebrating. I was trying to figure out how I could be somewhere else. And then I was, but then I was back in the bar. Sara had brought me corn, or soup, or a drink, or something. This didn't make sense. Oh, that's because it was a dream, I realized, as I woke up in my bed. I turned over and went back to sleep.

Then I was with Sara and her friends. We were on a river boat. The first floor was just standard commercial shopping stuff. The second floor had casinos and strip clubs. I had to walk through the second floor just before we left and I was happy to be leaving. In order to get off the boat, we had to descend rickety metal stairways that were broken in places but that I fixed using S-hooks.

For the next stage of my journey I was on the east side of Madison, moving towards the Capitol. There seemed to be some kind of mass walk going on; there were people all over the road walking the same direction. I walked with them for a while before remembering that I had left my bike behind. Argh! So I turned around to go get it. I had been separated from my group but was planning to get back to them.

We arrived back at the hotel on a bus or train. Getting off, I realized that though this station was themed to look like the hotel, with lots of red with big white curtains, it was actually separate from the main part by half a mile or so, and we had to take a shuttle bus or a moving walkway or something to get there.

I was in a large room like a movie theater, also part of the hotel or the bus/shuttle building. I was there with a small group of people; maybe 2 or 3 others, plus the guy who was running the machine. Instead of a movie screen, it was a portal through time. The operator quickly flipped through some different times, maybe in the process of trying to accomplish something that I didn't entirely understand. For a while he settled on the year 3000. Though the portal was a building on a grassy hill with a bulbous spire. That hill and that building had been present at other times, too, but at this point that's all there was. There were no people or trees or other buildings. I think the operator was afraid to look farther into the future than that.

Later I fiddled with the knobs, forgetting that some of the people had been using the portal. Did I just strand some people on the other side? Well, surely someone would know what the dials had been sent to so we could go back.

Went to another NoDAPL rally today. Left when they started singing. I had other things to do and being there didn't feel like it was accomplishing anything.