It's nice when somebody packs your lunch for you, thought the girl who was kayaking to work.

Maybe the same girl who had the pink mist dreams that I was inside. Someone else was there, too, in the mist.

There was a bit about travelling along a trail through some woods which I think was supposed to precede (every day) the kayaking segment of the trip. We maybe flashed back to the original construction of the trail, where we were zig-zagging to avoid having to cut down any trees.

There was also a part about being at a music festival and having to leave...to go to a music festival. Probably the same one I was leaving, in a loop, because that's how dreams oftwn work.