Love and I are hanging around the cracks of boulders with his hiking buddies (apparently, he's joined a hiking group as well).  Everyone is crawling around or laying in boulder gaps or crevices.  I ask him if he's ready for his hike, he says they're "just" going to "Henn Flats" today.  The scene sometimes flashes to me crawling over the second seat of Narcissist's Escalade (like crawling over a rock) and making instant noodles for Love (of course he just wants a little bit of salty broth with his noodles...Chinese sausages are added as an option).

Love and I are with cousins in what appears to be a small, abandoned town center.  We make our way toward a building with several blue steps leading down into a courtyard and a gate.  The cousins (and I?) realize that it is the house for the USFS or NPS volunteers.  Love and I walk in anyway, while the cousins stay behind.

We walk through a dining room, a couple of bedrooms, and a central linoleum'd room to an orange wire gate on a grassy mound.  All of the furniture in the house is older-style.  Love tells me that he volunteered for the USFS for years, but was never permitted to go more than 1 step (there are 3-4 stairs behind the gate) past the gate.  We go in, knowing that we're not supposed to...1...2...3 steps and what we see is amazing...a large, shallow, clear lagoon to the left with a fence of wood posts (in the water) with an entering/exiting gap in the middle and one to the far right.  To the right of the lagoon is a pool formed by a stream.  The floor of the pool is tiled - white tiles with dark blue borders.  In the pool is a salmon and a large saltwater crocodile!

We run further into the off-limits area to check it out.  The round, shallow lagoon is also tiled (white).  Suddenly we see USFS or NPS volunteers headed our way on a motorboat.  I hide behind the post-fence, near the center opening thinking that they would enter through the side opening and not see me.  Love goes to hide near the side.  I think they will find him, but I'm wrong.  They head my way.  I pretend to be asleep in the water.  They spot me, approach, and splash me with water to wake me up.  They scold me and tell me that I'm not supposed to be here and that I need to leave now.  Love and I run back up to the gate and into the house.  We lose our way and discover a few more bedrooms, some with ocean views, before finding our cousins near the restrooms attached to the central linoleum'd room.  We use the restroom - large public restroom with many disgusting toilets and a few showers - and make our way back out.  Part of the way, I'm climbing on furniture for fear that there are Saltwater crocs inside.

We exit back out the gate to the blue stairs.  End.

Strippers and cake!

There was a pole-dancing competition.  I think Vegan Muffin won the first round.  Buddy won the second round and received a blue ticket (like the generic ones you can buy rolls of at the store).

We (I only remember Adrienne and Chad) then start playing a combination-Scrabble-fantasy board game.  The board is divided into small squares (like Scrabble) but each square has some sort of fantasy-esque thing (abilities, magic e.g. a snowflake representing frost/cold, items e.g. scepter) with a large boss in the middle of the board symbolized by a black, stenciled beetle.  I got a bunch of letter and number tiles.  The numbers could somehow be used as letters but there were lots of different rules about it that everyone knew except me.  They were trying to explain it to me but I couldn't understand.

Then Love, Cousin 6-pack, and I are at Mexicana 1's house.  Their kitchen(?) opens up to a hill/yard with thick green grass with a vast lake.  I am able to make a penny skip and bounce around the surface about a dozen times, giving the illusion that the lake is not real, but just a really shallow puddle...until the penny sinks to the deep bottom.  A TREE with thin rinded, medium-small watermelons with super red flesh grows on the hill and the grass has a little snow and large holes that you can fall through (like you can fall through snow). One or two cut open watermelons are already sitting on Mexicana 1's counter top, 1 much redder than the other.  Underneath the potholed grass are plates of Little Debbie Devil Squares (but with the white curly frosting, like ding dongs have on top) and some of Cookie Machine's amazing goods.  Love falls through first and takes something to eat - a Devil's Square I think.  Then cousin 6-pack falls while heading toward the tree to pick a watermelon (she's looking for a really red one) and asks what the baked goods are.  I answer and she has a Devil's Square and Cookie Machine's brownie(?) and comments on how amazing it is.  I say yeah, duh, they're home made.

Last night's trip to The Twilight Zone involved Hiker M, giving my fish (who magically doubled in number) a bath (yes, in a bath tub.  No soap.).  I'm pretty sure the fish swam in the tub water and outside the tub water...like in the air...at some point, too.  Anyway, I was too lazy to wake up and write it all down.

It starts with me walking through the woods – mossy, moist, green and dark brown, lots of uprooted trees. Large and medium snakes EVERYWHERE – 3 or so species, all have rattlers.

Monastic cousin #1 appears temporarily with a close up photo (moving photo?) of a large rattler slithering away off of a fallen tree “See! If you are nice to them and don't frighten them, they will leave you alone!”

I end up in an oval/square room with a soft soil floor. Little plastic grey things poke out of the soil. A small pile/wall of dirt circles something like a concrete-walled room in the middle of this larger room; the soil slopes gently downward and forms another raised ring around the edge of the main room. A reptile exhibit covers the entire floor ~25% lizards and 75% snakes, all different species dried, dead, and local – not all rattlers. But there are some live snakes amongst them, and I have to be careful where I walk.  My fish tank sits outside one side of the smaller room, larger and with 7-8 fish, all rosy barbs of different shapes/sizes (with realistic morphologies) I don't know if I'm coming from or going to the middle room (whose entrance faces away from me) or coming from/going to the opposite side of the large room. Either way, I have to circle half the reptile display/room, watching where I walk. I approach my tank, it's sitting on a circular glass tabletop that's on a long rectangular table. I accidentally push against the tabletop and hoards and hoards of snakes, all live, different species, local, start pouring out from between the tabletop and table...eventually even just appearing to come from the table. They form a river across this part of the room so I decide to circle back around. But more snakes are out and it's dangerous/difficult to walk around. Ad eventually comes in and asks if this reptile display is a problem – I say not really, except the hoard of snakes pouring out from under my fish tank.

Next thing I know, the room is cleared of reptiles...

I'm outside a building and Hiker T shows me 2 Yelp elite event descriptions on his smartphone and asks which I would pick to go to. I say I don't know, but probably the East one just because it's probably closer. Some images of girls in lacey snow flake dresses walk in somewhere with a christmas tree (possible leather and lace theme).

I'm in a small room with a few arcade games – 3ish other people standing near me, talking. I start searching for lost coins and get pretty lucky, mostly finding them outside the game machines on the floor in holes where wires are exposed. Ad walks in, grabs some coins that I was about to, puts them in a sandwich bag, and adds his pile of coins to them. Then he demands that the pens in the lab be labeled. Mate H and I are trying to reason with him – why do they need to be labeled? ; So that I know what task the pens are used for; there is only one type of pen used for everything and maybe chalk for chalkboards and markers for whiteboards; what about the ball point pens for undergraduates? Those need to be labeled; why don't we just put those in a separate container? ; No, they need to be labeled and in the same container so that I can find a pen quickly.  Ad disappears, Mate H and I think it's so much faster to look at a pen and know what it is than read a label on the pen. I think we eventually label the pens "# LLLLLLL"

I have 11-13 bunnies. Dad puts them in the back yard. I fear Puddles will kill them. I look into the garage and think I see the bunnies squeeze under the door, running from or watching out for something, but it's actually a hoard of fluffy cats. I go to our sliding doors to find the bunnies. Dad is there, they're fine. “see” - 8 white ones lined up in 2 lines of 4 are sitting in an elongated flower pot filled with soil. Several bunnies in the back move and I get worried as I see a grey one looking slightly flattened underneath, but he's fine...other bunnies are on the roof playing...all bunnies are playing, dad is gardening, 2 large puppies are between dad and the bunnies, watching the bunnies.

<I wake up to write the above>

We're going skydiving or fake skydiving. I have to leave most of my things here on the floor and only take small valuables – this place looks like someone's home converted into an office. As we leave, I realize that I have forgotten something and worry about it the whole time. I get back and other people have come but it's still there – my camera, sitting outside it's case under a wood chair next to a child. We then eat the lunch provided by the company (we may have opted for a multiple-jump package)...3 simmering pots of hot chunky soup are on the stove, 2 vegetarian, 1 meat+veggies, a bunch of stuff on the wood table. I take a little of each soup...