During dreamtime proper: Yes I know it's August, but the howling wind made me think of wintertime, and all of the sudden all of the rain froze into large crystals of ice. Like crystals crashing out into solution (aack, a chemistry reference....) It looked like Superman's secret cave had exploded over North Chicago, and I was faced with the task of somehow walking through the treacherous mess.
During dreamtime in lecture: A house. Briefly reminding me of Fort Ilocandia in Laoag. Or maybe the Pasadena Public Library. Or maybe the Lake Forest, IL Public Library. A very brief vision. It all seems eerily familiar.
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