It was like the nineties, but it wasn't. Every house was a mix of a dirty apartment and those weird 70s indoor/outdoor home extensions. There were fireworks in the distance and disproportionate hills on the horizon. I had come to visit, I checked in in the lounge. Anyway, there was a large group. People were going to get food, but I had yet to put down my bags. So I stayed and I stared out the windows looking at these hills that had gradients impossible in the real world. And then I felt your presence. It wasn't like you were "in" my dream. It was like I was thinking about the GAF meetup while having a different dream and confused the emotions. Anway, this strange tall figure led me up this insane flight of stairs to place where I could let my bags down. And I did. Then I was able to go back outside, and I swear the civil war had just ended. There was a carnival. It was weird.
