I'm at the jamspot. I can't see the faces of the people I'm with. We leave, with some urgency.

Five of us are running. Running along the top of a hill. It reminds me of Citadel Hill, but it's not. It looks like the hill has snow, ice, and water on it, but something tells me it's none of the three. We're trying to get somewhere, FAST. It seems like something or someone is coming behind us. Sean shows me a path and tells me to take it; it'll get us to the bottom as quickly as possible. I jump up and kick my legs out in front of me.

The path looks like a stream, but when my ass hits the ground, it doesn't get wet. However, the current picks me up right away. It's like I'm going down a luge track, on my ass. But there's no friction or pain. Sean's a pro at this and he's gaining on me. "Crystal!! Hurry up!! I'm going to smack into you!!"

I don't know how to speed up, and when I see what's at the bottom, I realize I don't want to. That fucking pond!! I haven't dreamt of that pond in a long time. It's always the same size. It usually doesn't look bad, especially to others, but I know to avoid it. It's gross. But not just gross. There's something ominous about it. Usually when I dream of it, I need to cross it for some reason. I swam in it a few times. Memories of swimming there make me even more frightened.

Miraculously, I stop at the bottom and do not fly into the pond. Somehow, Sean launches over me and skips across the pond like a stone, using a broken railroad track for leverage. I look to my right and see KC, Nancy, and Christian. They're about 20 feet [or more; I'm bad at estimates] away. They took a safer path down, but I don't think it was as fun.

I met up with them, and we're on a back street or alley. I don't know where Sean went. The street is very much like the one behind Agricola. Just like the place I used to smoke weed when I went to the old Bike Shop. A door opens on our left. It's Dusty Sorbet. He has something important to tell us, but I don't hear him, I'm too busy panicking. "KC!! I left my jacket at the jamspot!!!" He tells me it's ok, but I don't see how it could be with the urgency of our trip.

Further down the alley-way, we enter a building. CooLie is there with 2 hippy-like chicks. They're following her around like puppy dogs in heat, yapping about their band getting back together. HNoo. [I guess my subconscious equated their suckiness with a band I never even saw, Hu Noo, for some reason] I turn to KC with a nasty look on my face. I wake up just as I'm about to say something really mean.

I'm sitting in a living room.
It seems like it's mine, but it's actually organized and clean.
There are people here, but not too many.
It seems like it's not just a party or social gathering, but people are there for a reason.

There's a child there.
At first, I'm not sure who she is.
Before I can introduce her to anyone, she pushes past me and starts pulling on my dark-haired friend on the chair beside me.
Trying to climb up.

I turn to my friend:
Emily, this is my niece, Emily

Then I turn to the child:
Emily, this is my dear friend, Emily

I want to talk about it, but I can't right now.
Don't worry.
I won't forget it.
I'll talk about someday, if it's ever actually important.

The day I returned from Cape Breton, I had a chase dream, among others that I don't recall. The vehicle we were in was inspired by the Burdocks' meat van, with 2 main differences. Apparently, it could hover or fly and it had some sort of sun roof.

We were travelling down Cunard Street, beside the Commons, preparing to turn left on Agricola.

I don't know who was chasing us or why. We were going faster than the meat truck is even capable of going. The strange thing about that, is that it was rush-hour-type traffic. We should have been plowing into the car in front of us, but it was going the exact same speed for some reason. Of course, we weren't getting any further from our pursuer; they were catching up.

I retaliated by shoving a grocery bag through the sun roof. It filled up with air and flew out of the top of the van like a grenade.

It solved our problems.