G and I are car camping on a mesa. It is dusk. I watch a large, protractor-shaped spaceship descend and land behind some trees. Soon, a swarm of geology students dressed in white jumpsuits mill around our campsite, gathering large rocks into wheelbarrows. Some of them spill their loads, comically. I pull our canvas curtains closed and hope for some peace and quiet so we can sleep.
Rowdy’s Dream Blog #306: A Dream About Large Rocks In Wheelbarrows.
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