I'm white-water rafting
on the Colorado River with a bunch of unidentifiable characters from Sesame Street. When we reach the Crystal Bridge
, everyone is suddenly a character from the Wheel of Time
instead, and I'm (like in my previous dream) balancing a vast array
tops above my head.
This quickly bores me, and I move on to better things. Now I'm in the Tattered Cover of Denver, CO, and kanon42 and I are wandering around with a dog of some sort, looking for a particular old bound set of fairy tales that contains the Sugar Plum Tree. We leave and drive to and wander around Boulder for some time.
There's a whole bunch of palm fronds kinda floating around on a lake, which I go swimming in.