First part of the dream that I remember was that I was buying a small house that was identical in design to another house I had lived at, except that the earlier one had an additional 'wing' that this new one lacked.
If I wanted a similar extension on this house, I would have to build it myself.
_____ ________________ | | | | | Extra | Main section | | wing| | of house | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |_ _|_____|__ __| | | | | | Entryway | | | |____________________________|
Then there was a bit where a helicopter flew over. Trapper was flying it, and that got me thinking about what a great time he used to have flying helicopters (clearly mixing him up with some other character from M*A*S*H), and if I had a helicopter, oh boy, I could fly over to my friend's house in no time. From a point of view somewhere above the golf course at night, looking west, I imagined seeing the helicopter flying northward.
That point of view remained somewhat constant as the setting changed. It was daytime and I had parked in a small parking lot under some trees with Connor and Peter, who disappeared or became two teenage boys who went off and did their own thing at some shops somewhere to the north.
I was standing on top of a tall snow pile which was itself at the top of a hill, giving me a good view of the area. This wasn't the Odana golf course, but a different one, maybe inspired by the one off Glenway because it had a big hill. I guess it was transitioning to spring, because the snow was getting a little melty, which made it very good for packing.
I started sliding down a groove in the west side of the snow hill back towards the parking lot in order to carry on with whatever I was supposed to be doing. Some errands, or picking up the boys and going home, I suppose. But on the way down the groove was interrupted by a person-sized hole that went back through the hill. It looked like a tunnel some kids had made to sled through. I decided to slide through it because that would be a fun and interesting adventure, and I wasn't in any great hurry to go do errands.
The tunnel went straight into the hill ('eastward') and curved toward northeast. It was long and wide, but narrow in the vertical direction, so I had to lie very flat. As if lots of people had gone through it, wearing the walls back bit by bit, and the ceiling was sagging because that's the nature of snow tunnels, especially when things start melting.
I ended up in a room with no good exits. I had lost track of which way I had come in (and didn't really want to climb all the way back up that slide anyway) and the only holes out were too small for me. For a second I worried that I was stuck, but then remembered that I could always dig my way up and out. It would be slow with just my gloved hands, but then somehow I had two different shovels—a scoopy plastic one and a wide metal one—and started digging with the metal one.
After only a couple of scoops I found that the 'northwest' wall was only about a foot thick, and then I was outside. A few feet further the snow ended and there was a bridge over a creek, and on the other side, green grass and flowers and woods.
I carved a shallow path from the hole, over a bridge, and back westward, where there was still snow. Maybe there was already a path here and I was just cleaning it a bit to make it more obvious.
I looked back and saw a dad and a couple of kids had come down the slide and were now looking out through the hole I had dug. I told them what I had found and to follow me to get back to the top of the hill / the parking lot.
As I walked along the path, the set of people with me changed. Marilla was walking ahead of me, and I stopped to take a picture with my phone because the sky was an interesting color. The hue changed as I pitched my camera down, as if the light were polarized and the sensor was picking up different wavelengths depending how it was oriented.
The crowd changed again. Now I was with a group of people that I didn't know. Except one person with mimish makeup (mostly white with dark dots on the cheeks) walked past me in the other direction, as if to talk to other people in the group. They looked familiar, and then I realized it was Moriah, and a minute later we were walking together and talking to out 'walking neighbors'.
The couple we were talking to broke out into big smiles, and I realized that she had been handing out some powdered substance to everyone. 5/28 (of some unspecified unit) was the recommended dosage. I and one other guy in the line had not yet partaken. I really wanted to, but "had to get home to put the kids to bed." So instead I held a plate and helped the other guy mix his with a big gob of peanut butter and M&Ms and a big clump of something with the consistency of brown sugar, which was the customary way to consume this stuff.