I had two good dreams last night. In one, my dad and I were on a picnic in a housing development in Arizona. We were on top of a hill, and the landscape was all red dirt and huge rocks. We packed up and left when some kids jumping on a trampoline in their yard below started to jump high enough to see us.
The other had me starting to chase after Cain when he got out. I kept chasing him through backyards, by strawberry beds, and caught him by a bungalow. I picked him up, and it wasn't Cain but Mencken.
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