August 30, 1999


We started out camping with my dad in the backyard, with was representing somewhere else (nowhere in particular, mind you). Danielle Lytle was visiting us from her new home in Myth, Oregon. We bought 2 gallons of milk, but each jug had 2 openings while only one lid, so we put a paper towel over them to cover the openings. Dad didn't want to risk contamination from mosquitos or raccoons, so he dumped the milk out, saying we didn't need it. Later, us kids ended up living there. We hunted for food and hid from other people under the porch (in a later dream, a caveman taught us how to hunt with pointed sticks). One day we had to run around the house three times to escape from a wild boar. On the first run I jumped too far off the porch and hurt my legs when I landed. I crawled on hands and knees to the front door and entered the house. There was furniture missing. Mom was surprised to see me and had wondered where I'd been, and there were two policemen with her. They shaved my legs in order to figure out that I had sprained my ankles. I told them about my cat Hector having a litter of kittens on the back porch, and we had a good laugh over us not knowing Hector's true gener.

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