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I was visiting the Roesel's, who lived in a very hilly and rural part of Southern Ohio, almost in an
Amish-type farming community. Earlier in the dream I was driving with them in their van along the
windy hilly roads. Their house is located next to a very slow-moving river, with a small town on the
other side of the river. People are paddling in boats up and down the river. Their oldest son was
Brian H., an old friend of mine. I was talking to Brian while he smoked a cigarette, and I asked him
if he thought he might be able to get some girls to come over. He replied that it was doubtful,
since they lived so far out in the middle of nowhere, but that we could probably leave and meet up
with some ladies. I told Brian that he would have to drive, since I didn't know the roads very well
and they were so winding. After this, a woman walks by carring a large empty coffee can and asks
Brian for his "horseshoe butt", referring to his cigarette butt. He gives her his cigarette butt,
and she grabs a handful of green spearmint mints and tries to hand them to him. He reaches out his
hand, but she drops the mints past where his hand is and they fall onto the ground. A black cat
comes up and smells the mints that just dropped to the ground. The same lady gave me a few mints for
my chai, which was the drink that I was holding.
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I was smoking a cigarette on the front porch of my parents house. All around me were several bags of
all different shapes and sizes. They resembled bags that we actually have around here. The bags were
supposed to be from previous years at Camp Ondessonk. Inside of the bags were rubber boots, among
other random things. It was dark outside and I heard and saw someone driving up our driveway on a
four-wheeler. I didn't know who it was so I ducked behind the railing of the front porch and watched
the person from hiding. Soon I was able to determine that the person was our old neighbor Jerry
Simo. I kept hidden, smoking my cigarette, and watched him drive by the front of the house. He drove
over toward the studio, and ended up driving over a big log with his left wheels. This set him off
balance so that he was riding on his right two wheels. He over-corrected, causing him to roll the
four-wheeler on top of himself. He landed flat on his back underneath the quad. Jerry was in a lot
of pain and was moaning and wailing. After he wrecked he was lying on the ground where the studio
addition is being built. I kept telling him not to move. He wasn't listening to me so I raised my
voice and started yelling and cursing at him. This caused him to listen. My mother was suddenly
there too. I asked him if he was drunk, and he replied that he had been drinking. My mother
corrected me and said that he was "tipsy", but he seemed pretty drunk. He kept repeating that he
needed someone, either his mother or his wife. Eventually my father was there and he said that a
motion detector light should have been triggered when Jerry drove by but it wasn't.
After this I partially woke up, enough to know that I needed to dictate my dream. Still asleep, I
described what I had just dreamed in great detail. Whenever I was talking about the bags on the
porch, it was like I was talking to Laurette. I told her that the bags had stuff from Camp Ondessonk
in them, much like the ammo box that I had emptied out for the gazebo. While I was describing what I
had dreamed, it was almost like I was dreaming the dream again and narrorating it. I imagined myself
being over by the studio and talking to Jerry. In my recount it seemed a lot lighter outside, and I
remember looking down toward the pole barn (something I didn't do in the original dream). Instead of
the pole barn I saw a funneled spillway full of water. It looked kind of like a weir. The water was
flowing swiftly and there was a waterfall drop off to a lower layer. I think seeing this helped me
to realize that I was still dreaming, and I woke up for real.
Jerry used to ride his four-wheeler up on occasion to talk to my father. A friend told me about a
dream she had recently where I smoked a cigarette (i don't smoke in reality).