Things had gotten switched around and A-Day was wanting to go on a short version of our adventure several months early. I was getting all nervous for not having the proper funds to go on both trips. And there was something about a round house, and walking or diving around on paths near it, and maybe a swimming pool?

I had a dream that I was on this camping trip. It was out in some woods, except there were roads going all over. Not city roads, but like wide grassy and gravelly trails that people would walk along. We had sort of our own little town going on, except it was made out of tents along the road. And one lady that was sort of creepy and I think she lived there all the time had a wooden shack.

I got on one of these paths that went north, away from where all the tents were (I remember going back to my tent for supplies or something a few times during the dream, but that wasn't especially exciting). Eventually I came to a place where there was a long rectangular clearing to the west. And at the far end of it was one of the WTC towers. And as I was standing there looking at it, and thinking about how tall it was, a plane came over my head and crashed into it. And I had to get out of there.

I walked back through the area later on, and there were workers cleaning it up and burying the mess. They told be to be careful where I stepped because in some places the ground wasn't too solid and I might step through the dirt onto a corpse. The dirt was generally reddish brown.