We (me, Sara, some other friends, maybe a group like SA) were staying in these prefabricated sheds in a clearing in an otherwise woody area. I don't quite remember how or why we had gotten there. The sheds were single-story but rather wide and long, and connected end-to-end, like space station modules, to make a larger structure. There were at least 2 parallel lines at least 2 sheds long each, with maybe a couple more oriented perpendicularly in front. The series of 2 closer to the entrance was a bathroom/shower, and the one behind that was maybe storage.
The sheds were very flimsily built! One day we came home to find that the bathroom/storage ones (the 'public' rooms—our bedrooms were in the back two) had had their roof blown off in a storm! So the building management people (who were maybe separate from our group) brought new ones in to replace the old, storm-blown-away ones. The new bathroom shed was mostly open in the middle (the shed designers seemed to like having the middle be very open because it's also a corridor between any connected sheds) with bathrooms around the outside, and in the front-right corner there was another room, with a very long reciprocating sawblade hanging from the ceiling that looked like the blade from a hand saw. "I guess that can be my workshop!" I said.
For the rest of the dream this place was the EIT office, populated by my old coworkers from back before it got all dumb (I consider it to have 'gotten dumb' around the time they redisigned the website and changed the name). Jen Z was there.
Me and Sara and Renee were taking turns lifting each other. Them two could lift me way up, so my feet were by their shoulders!
magnet under my skin (the round one wthat I'm supposed to stick to my phone) stay away from MRI machines! doin flips whee I can't do flips; what was up with that tryna jump high on mahammersley something about hangin out with some people there. maybe that's where the sheds were?I started waking up with the thought that "there are infinite ways to interpret the stuff that goes in on my own brain." Which maybe could itself be interpreted in kind of a scary way. But then Alan Watts said (because the Wattopian 2HR Remix is my alarm):
The more therefore, you relinquish power—trust others—the more powerful you become. But in such a way that instead of having to lay awake at nights, controlling everything, you do it beautifully, by trusting the job to everyone else. And they carry it on for you. So you can go to sleep at night, and trust your nervous system to wake you up in the morning.
And that seemed relevant and comforting.