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It's a strange landscape, part of it indoors, part outdoors. The time of day is unclear, but it's not sunny or rainy.

I have a long thing for reaching things on shelves. There are pies high on sloping shelves and I bring one down. Now it resembles a loaf of fresh baked bread that has strips of bacon in it. I try to cut a piece but it breaks apart and is dry.

Then I'm walking in front of a teen-age girl down some stairs in a building, which resembles an area of the school I work at. She's at the top and just looking. Then she just drops and lands on her head and flips over and I catch her and I'm crying for help.

Then the scene switches back to the earlier landscape and I realize I have lipstick stains on each side of the pillow case I was using for my bed here. I try scrubbing them out with a toothbrush and baking soda, but the stain still shows. I wake up in frustration.