Sara and I were at some music festival. We'd been wandering around the grounds looking at the crowds and listening to music and I was kinda like 'okay neat' but feeling sorta blah and Sara was sleepy. So I walked Sara back to our tent, which was up a hill and on the opposite side of a loop of walkable area with a hillside full of prairie plants in the middle, so that from our tent we could see the main festival grounds down the hill. But to get back to it I had to go through the security tent again, where they always wanted to inspect my camelbak. So instead I used my jetpack to fly right over the prairie.

I was kind of happy to be back by myself, because now I could do whatever I wanted without feeling self-conscious or like I had to do stuff that Sara would like.

Later I came across a black cat, and for some reason was slicing stuff around the cat with a sword, and accidentally sliced a big chunk of the cat's head off. At first I was concerned for the sliced-off head, which was very dead, but then the rest of the cat was still purring and seemed okay so I was all like "oh jeez I have to spend the rest of this trip getting this cat's head sealed up so it doesn't get infected or bleed out."

I woke up on the couch and maybe Yoru came to snuggle with me and I was glad that I hadn't actually sliced up a cat. Then I fell asleep again and had a different dream.

In one part I was by myself, piloting a motorboat on a lake, and then on a swampy river under a canopy of trees with some logs strewn about that I had to avoid. I was going kind of fast on the river because it was fun, but then there were sharks/alligators in the water that were agitated, so I had to go faster to outrun them, which agitated more shalligators, so by the time I got back to the hotel where I was staying with Steven Colbert, John Oliver, and the Trump brats, the shalligators were about to overrun the whole place, so I yelled at Steven Colbert to get in my car and we took off. I only had room for one. I hoped that John Oliver would find his own way but was fine with the idea of the Trump brats being eaten.

For a while my car was a boat again, and we were leaving Stone Lake behind to the north by way of a canal between a larger lake that sort of wrapped around Stone Lake ("Big Lake" or something—even in the dream I had forgotten what it was called) and another lake to the south. As we approached the lake to the south I looked north and through the trees I could see Big Lake, and I pointed this out to Steven Colbert. But as I was saying this the canal merged with the southern lake, interrupting my train of thought.

                    _________
         __________/         \
    ____/                     \
   /       Big Lake            |
  |                            |
  |                            |
 /             ______         /
|             /      \_______/
|            |   ____
 \          /   /    \
  \_       |   |  Stone Lake (lake)
     \_   /     \_     ) Stone Lake (town)
       | |        \___/ 
      /  |            some roads and stuff
     /  /              /     /
    /  /              |     |
 ---------------------|-----+--------
/ (    \           ???|      
   \    \_        / /
    )     \      / /
   /       |    | |
  /        |   / /
 |          \ |north canal
  \          \| |  ___
   )         || |_/   \__
  (          \|          \
   \_                     \_
     \      Southern Lake   \
      \__                  __)
         \             ___/
          \         __/
           \__   __/
              | |
              | | south canal
                     

The chronology of all this isn't toally clear. Maybe it was at this point that I took the boat into the swampy river and disturbed the shalligators.

    |        |  x    | "Hey look there's Big Lake
    |        | | |   |  through the trees to the North!"
     \       |  V    |
      |      |       |     ________
       \     |        \__/
        \_    \
          \   /
           \_|


            southern lake






     ...maybe not connected...








_
 \__
    \_                      _______
      \___             ____/
          \____       /
               |     |
               |  ===| log
               |     |
               | shalligators
               |    |
               |    |
                \    \
                 |   |
                /   /
                |  |
                |   \
	       /     |
              |      |
	       \     |
	        \    |
		 |    \
                 |     \
		/       |
	       |        |
  	       |       |
hotel and      |       | hop out of boat here to go
  parking lot   \     /  get Stephen Colbert and scram
      |  |       |   |
      |  |
      | road to gtfo

At some point I was driving in the car again, and Sara was my passenger. This part was interesting because I remembered the route we had taken and had a a pretty vivid and consistent map of the highways in my mind. We were on one of those lettered county highways, going west, and crossed a larger highway, which brought us to a stretch that was nicely lined with trees, which had different bodies of water beyond them.

  Stone Lake?    w        /             |   w  w 
  w      w      w        /       hotel -|  w shalligator canal
    w  w     w          /               |    w w
  w       w   w        /                |
w   w  w              /             .---+-----
                     |             /
                     |            /
                     |           |  trees
        +---+        |           |
  ------| A |--------|-----------+------------
 /      +---+        |
|           trees    |  farm fields
|                  ,---,
|                 ( 119 )
|    another       '---'
|     lake           |