Colonizing three rivers into a city on a plot of jungle that used to contain cannibals. Traveling up and down the rivers, like an escapee or an explorer, sneaking underneath forgotten concrete overpasses in the jungle. I wake and see that it’s 3:43, and it takes a moment to realize that means 3:43 am. I make the obvious decision to go back to sleep if possible. And I do.
Pulling back into a house to pee after just pulling out. Similar to the house I grew up in, but a different orientation, layout, and details. Pine cones have been shedding by the front door. Calling for Dad while I walk through the place, but no reply. Turning handle of door to garage, which Dad got as a novelty fruit (berry cluster, I think) and it’s hard to turn. I suppose I should see this room anyway, as it’s one of the last in the house I’ve never looked at. The house is mostly empty, familiar and unfamiliar.