The dream opened with the launching of fifty rockets, one for each state. I was outside in an old homestead with several buildings and barns on the property and Marie was with me. I had already launched the rockets when the dream started and Marie and I were watching them soar upwards. It occurred to me that they would fall near the spot where they were shot, but probably not exactly there. It also occurred to me that it was probably dangerous to stand where fifty rockets were about to fall. I yelled for Marie to run and we started racing through the field. One volley of 20 rockets fell about 30 feet from us and we felt the blast of heat as they exploded. We knew we had to keep running in the direction we were going to outrun the next volley of 20. They exploded and we dodged them too. Last, the volley of 10 landed, missing us. What a relief! (Side note, I realize the photo is planes and not rockets.)
I was visiting Greece and found myself in a hostel. It wasn't a really nice hostel, but I wanted to give it a chance. I felt lucky to have a place to stay. I needed to use the bathroom and I walked into a large white tiled room. The room was poorly lit and had dozens of stalls of all different shapes and configurations, some open and some with hazy shower curtains hung over the doorway. The stalls made a kind of maze in the room and seemed haphazardly arranged. They had urinals, showers, toilets, and sometimes just looked like changing rooms. I found a toilet to use and discovered it didn't operate quite how I expected. It was a combination bidet and urinal. The urinal would spray water at your bottom with such force that it would hold you up, and you would urinate down a slope that looked like a reversed skee-ball ramp. The water spout holding you up would blast the urine down the slope. I mean, it worked, but it was weird. I wanted to take a shower and another girl staying at the hostel let me borrow her shampoo. In the maze of stalls, I only found two showers that worked. Both showers had tiny little heads that barely drizzled water out. I did my best in there, but as I tried to wash my hair, I realized I was getting really sticky. I looked up at the shower head and somehow a stalactite of crystallizing honey had formed from the spout. I thought it had something to do with the shampoo, but I wasn't sure.
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