1-22-2014
I was at some camp. The only person I remember interacting with there was my old friend Chester. He told me that he now views the world differently and he has found religion (but not in those exact words). I tell him we are on opposite sides now.

He finds a horse for me to ride out of the compound. I’m nervous about it because it’s a very tall horse and I don’t ride. I decide to walk and find myself walking again through the camp and for a while I’m holding meat—-a large steak and I worry it may spoil before I can get it to a freezer or cooked. The compound is like a weird mini mall, with venders like you see at a fair. But the atmosphere is different—-more strict and watchful.

I remember the atmosphere of the dream being dark. It takes place at night and I’m for a time outside the compound just roaming around. I seem to be looking for transportation.