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I look out over the mountains, and as massive as they are, they seem small at my height. I stop and snap a picture; when I find him again, he'll want to see this. That done, I continue on my way. Presently I come to what seems to be an abandoned passenger plane, a 747 or something very like it. Inside, I come to the door separating the cockpit from the rest of the plane. Papers are plastered all over the door, sloppy writing scrawled over most of them. I'm on the right track, then. An envelope catches my eye, an address carefully written in the appropriate place. I begin adding the numbers of the address that will lead me to her.


I honestly have no idea what this one is really about. Lindar and I were presumably looking for some girl, and we had gotten separated, so I was taking pictures of various things so I could show them to him when we met up again.

I also don't know if this is the traditional format for dream journal entries, or whether there even is one, but I particularly liked this dream; I have a particular fondness for adventure.