Dreamt that I was on a trip to Florida or something with Sara. It was kind of like Minecraft in that things were sort of calm during the day, but every night there'd be like hurricane winds. We'd always start in a house with lots of glass windows, and I'd be standing there with my pickaxe like "hey maybe we should dig a tunnel underground or something in case the wind smashes these windows". Which never actually happened but always seemed imminent.

So it was like we were playing Minecraft, but it was also not a game because I was blaming the constant storms on global warming and wondering if the trees and wild animals in the area would survive and if the storm would still be going in a few days when it was time to fly home.

In another dream there were these paths through some woods. They were 'our' woods and paths in some sense, like behind a co-op housing or workshop building that I lived in. There were some sections of path that were close to each other but difficult to get between, like a maze. One part had a glass wall. I thought our paths were super cool and was proud of them.