I arrive at a museum. G and my family go in ahead of me. I decide to buy the $10 ticket instead of the $15 one. I ask my sister if she’s seen G. She tells me instead about some great surprise our mother has found. I walk down a hallway on the third level. I grab hold of a portal pillar made of mud and stone and peer down into the courtyard below. Under wooden vegas covered with vines I see some sheep grazing. The partition I’m holding crumbles and falls. I close my eyes and wait for the crash but hear only silence. I stroll away nonchalantly.
Rowdy’s Dream Blog #333: Trouble At The Museum
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