I slept in this morning.

Earlier in the night I'd had a dream about being encouraged to skateboard off a tall building, which I declined to do. Getting up there had been kind of harrowing, as it involved riding some unholy hybrid of a trapeze, a ladder, and a coathanger up a dark shaft in the middle of the building.

After reaching the roof, walking to the edge, looking down, and deciding that it was too far down and too dangerous and that I would not skateboard (or whatever) down the side, I had to climb down the sketchy ladder the other way, which was even harder. Fortunately it was a relatively short trip, as if it was also moving down while I climbed down it.

I was sitting in some what seemed like a school art room, with big sturdy tables and stools, with Moriah. I had been working on some project that involved "losing the cream", the cream being one of three or four ingredients. Fortunately, one of Moriah's colleagues (from the physics department) had spotted the cream (in the form of an empty ice cream bucket) in one of the pictures I had taken of the project. I hadn't noticed because it was camoflaged against the white snow that it was sitting on.

Meanwhile, Moriah was making a small house, maybe two feet long and 18 inches tall, out of clay. It had a lot of detail, especially on the roof, where it looked like she had made individual roof tiles (rectangular, only a fraction of an inch wide) in different colors before sticking them on.

In the process she kind of climbed across my lap a few times, like a cat. And she was about the size of a cat (maybe a large one, like Yellow Tommy). At one point I picked her up and set her down on the table next to the clay house she was making, noting that the way in which I had picked her up and set her back down was just like how I would pick up and set down a cat.

Towards the end of this scene I kissed her, and she said something like "oh, the feels", and I wasn't sure if that meant good feelings and that this should have happened long ago, or bad feelings, like I had stinky breath and this made her uncomfortable.

Sara and Marilla and I and, incidentally, also Moriah, were at some kind of camping festival on a farm. Not a music festibal, but something with a hippie farmer theme. I was re-entering it, now, after having left, maybe to get Sara and Marilla or our camping gear.

Maybe it was supposed to be 'spooky', or maybe that was the theme of the neighboring field that I could see parts of a ways off to my right. There was a big inflatable Jack-o-lantern over there and maybe some skeletons.

To my left was a wooded hill with a trail through it that I had walked on earlier. Maybe there were horses along that trail. There were horses around here, somewhere.

Back near the camping site I was stringing rope along two parallel rows of poles. Nobody had told me to do this; it just seemed like a thing to do. At first I had skipped some of the poles, but now that I was at the far end and had been consistently attaching the rope to each of them, and more festival-goers were milling about at the other end, I thought maybe I should go back and make the rope 'neat' over there, too. I may have also been wondering in the back of my mind if this rope was really a good idea at all; maybe the posts were there for some other reason.

I ran into Moriah again in a small building where she was putting the finishing touches on her clay house. I realized now that she was actually going to sleep in it, instead of a tent. Which would be cozy, I suppose. But is it big enough to sleep in? I guessed that maybe it was, even though it was only two feet long. She was about the siz of a cat, after all, though I wasn't really thinking of her as being any smaller than myself. (Maybe I just thought of everyone as being cat-sized.)

I was on my way back to the tents and came to a pond. Sara was sitting on a bridge made of floating wooden beams stung together with rope. Moriah (more normal sized, now, at least relative to us) was in the water in a wet suit, next to something like a large lilly pad. Or maybe it was a big plastic disc. Either way, it could be spun, and she was spinning it while hanging onto one point at the edge, which meant she was revolving around with it very rapidly. While going "phphpphhphphph" (i.e. motor boat sound) with her mouth. So much energy, I thought.

Then I noticed two mermaids (a couple of ladies playing mermaid anyway, with mermaid tals) down at the bottom, partly hidden behind some kelp. Realizing that the pond was pretty deep and kelpy made me want to spring off the bridge and dive in. I started taking off my backpack and suit, but then Moriah told me that I should stay dry because it was about to get dark and she was hoping I could hold the flashlight for her.