We were at Summer Camp again, except this was the dream version of Summer Camp that was way better than actual Summer Camp:

• Smaller crowd! But still large enough to get lost in if you wanted to.
• More space for camping!
• No security checkpoint!
• Parking area integrated into the festival and closer to camping areas!

The layout of the place was actually similar to that of the alternate universe Summer Camp that I dreamt of a couple months ago, though that one still had security that you had to go through.

A nice side-effect of not having security he was that you could hang out near your vehicle and still feel like you were part of the festival. Though after a bit of that I wanted to get on with setting up camp. I spent most of the dream wandering around somewhat aimlessly, enjoying whatever music was playing nearby, and wondering if and when EOTO was going to be playing. I ran into Genya, and some other woman with a lot of freckles was trying to chat me up as we were walking together up a zig-zag path up the hill to the parking lot, which gave me a nice self-esteem boost.

Later I was trying to draw a map of this place that I had just dreamt about in my large gridpaper notebook. To the west of the festival grounds was a 2-lane highway running north-south. The interstate bordered the grounds to the north (there might have been some ponds and residential plots between them). The page I was drawing on had a bunch of stuff that I had drawn when I was much younger, and I had thought there would be enough space around it to map the festival grounds themselves, but by the time I had drawn the highways I had used up the entire left page, the interstate highway spanned the top of both pages, and the area of the map where the festival would be was taken up by some other drawings that I apparently didn't notice before. I looked through the following pages trying to find a blank spot but found they were all used up.

I also noticed that the page numbers I had written in the bottom-right corner of the righthand pages had been erased! And now I was sitting in a cafeteria with long rectangular tables, and Luke and Juliet were nearby, and I asked them if they knew anything about the page numbers being erased. Luke said that Teddy had done that when he borrowed my notebook because he thought the page numbers were not important. And as I looked at the pages I found that the page numbers had been not only erased, but rewritten (wrongly) on some pages, making the task of fixing them more difficult. I started flipping out, throwing my pen and yelling about "WHY WOULD TEDDY ERASE MY PAGE NUMBERS‽‽"

That dream faded into one where I was playing some kind of management game that centered around assembling stacks of rectangles that did things, like different high-level logical operations. Sometimes the rectangles were themselves assembled of shorter rectangles that plugged together horizontally. I was very focused on these rectangles and their interactions. It was the same feeling as building up an increasingly complex and capable factory in Factorio. But I was disconcerted as I attempted to reconcile the nature of these rectangles with that of the task at hand, which was about managing a group of people to run a factory or something. Because how the heck do those things make sense together? (I guess maybe the rectangles represented a system of rules that the workers and/or machines were then following, but until I thought of that explanation just now it had that feeling of trying to do X by doing Y, and then realizing that those two things exist in separate universes and that it doesn't make any sense, like trying to make myself fall asleep when I have a fever by rebooting the sleep daemon in my head only to remember that I'm not a computer and that there's nothing I can consciously do to make myself fall asleep when my brain doesn't want to.)

And this dream about the rectangles became one about getting a new job, which was sort of exciting, but then Steve was there with me (also working on the rectangles), and he was going to be working at the same place. And this was distressing because it meant that they were probably going to have Steve be my manager, which meant that it was going to be a lot harder to switch to a more manager-ey role myself. (Which is something I want to do in real life because I'm getting tired of spending so many hours looking at computer screens.)

The part with the rectangles had a similar feeling to the conveyor belt part of the dream about the Factorio guy.