Dreams from August 26th, I guess:

There was a truck stop that we were stopping at. We being myself and some combination of Fizz, A-Day, and YC. We parked next to a big truck with a friendly driver. I don't remember what was friendly about him but we liked parking there. I guess it was somewhat dark outside (either it was very early morning or just cloudy), and the truck stop was lit up inside. We went in and got truckstop slushies.

Nearby there was what A-Day and I called the 'clamshell shelf'. It was a wall that went down from the sidewalk into a lake, and on the bottom, maybe 7 feet underwater, was a flat, hard, sandy surface (concrete with grit) with large clamshells scattered along it. There really weren't that many. Maybe people had taken them. About 10 feet out the bottom dropped off and went much deeper. I didn't know how deep, because I couldn't see the bottom, but I later discovered that the sidewalk led downhill back towards the truck stop, and the surface of the water apparently also went downhill to the point where the sidewalk was at the same level as the bottom of the lake. Past that shoreline the sidewalk went back up but the water didn't, and there was a forest there. As I write this (several days after I had the dream) I am imagining making this area into a ZDoom level.

In the basement of the truck stop there was a room where A-Day liked to hang out and play Magic cards with a bunch of Koreans. They sat on chairs with ripped leather upholstery.