Alarm 0200 Bed 2215 Woke 0040: bathroom. Woke 0200: took an extra multi-B. House in the woods I am in a clearing in a wooded area near a large house. A small fire is burning. I take something that looks kind of like a long, hard vine (slightly reddish in color) and put one end into the fire. The outside of the vine burns very very quickly, reminding me of det cord that Mythbusters likes to use. Now someone is making a bow. It is made out of some kind of wood that is almost white. It is fairly thin (maybe 1/2 inch diameter), pointed on both ends, and taller than he is. Someone else shows up and is rather dismissive towards the bow, saying that he really likes the modern recurved bows but has no interest in traditional ones. Now I am walking along a path on the other side of the house. It is to our left, and there is a drop to our right. We pass a large <PERSON> with very sharp leaves and discuss the values of such plants as theft deterrents. BTB 0245. Woke 0600. Guard house mess I am driving along a road towards a row of guard houses. There is one guard house for traffic coming in, another for traffic leaving; each guard house has one lane on either side of it. There is also a clapboard sign between the guard houses, between the two directions of traffic. I am in the rightmost lane. Something odd is going on: cars from each direction are not staying in their lanes but are choosing a guard house seemingly at random. I slow down to a crawl, trying to figure out what to do. I see a guard standing at the clapboard sign waving me over and head towards her. Now I am standing at a counter at the (what should be) outbound gatehouse. I have handed over a number of forms I brought with me pre-filled-out, and the guard has spread them out to look at them. I fish in my pocked for my money, dropping a huge handful of coins - mostly quarters - onto the table. I realize I did not keep back any money for vending machines and hunt for 4 quarters to hold onto, realizing that might make one of my forms invalid. Oh well, I can redo it if I need to. The guard gives me a very dismissive look, as if he cannot believe he has to deal with someone like me. Now I am getting out of my car in a dark parking garage.
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