1, 2, 3, 4!

I am walking up a hill with some older ladies and David. We're carrying our water. Every once in a while we come across several groups of people: each sharing one long blindfold of a specific color. These groups amble slowly around the field counting out steps and tapping on each others backs "one, two, three, four!" The one person who is blindfolded alone has to tag one of the groups.

I get up on David's back and flap my arms while he bounces his legs. We are pretending to be a giant bird.

I think we are about to "fly" into David Lynch who is standing nearby.

Scary hotel

I was spending the night at a hotel with my best friend, Cassie, and my cat, Bunson. The room was very run-down and instead of beds there were two thin cots for us to sleep on. Cassie pointed to a spot low on the wall where two long rat tails were poking out from the plaster. They were sleeping, she said, but they would wake up at night and come into our room. The two tails were extremely large, and I imagined that the rats that they were attached to, on the other side of our wall, must be enormous. I became very afraid that they would kill Bunson in the middle of the night, and felt guilty for bringing her into this situation. She's too old and frail to travel, I thought, what have I done by taking her along with me to this cheap hotel room where she is vulnerable to these awful creatures? I would try to stay awake all night and watch her, I decided, but I was already so tired, and I knew that at some point I would nod off and be unable to protect her.