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I am outside and climbing up a fairly small rock face that seems to be above a washed out gully (with a small trickle of water, I think). It is definitely tall enough to where I should have a rope, though I’m pretty certain I don’t. It’s probably 20-30 feet tall. I don’t think I have climbing shoes on either. The stone is a sort of glossy, but not entirely slick, bronze. It contains more features than inset holds; they’re pretty large and secure feeling. Towards the top, though, I think I come across loose sections. I try to break off a large undercling. When I summit, I’m relieved to have made it without falling or having a hold break on me. Now, I am in a bathroom and looking in a mirror. I must’ve been wearing a tank top, as my neck, collar bones, shoulders, and arms are burnt to a bright red. The fact that I’m sunburned really irritates me.




I am inside some building, a department store?, with Melissa. Sam is here, but besides her I don’t see any other people. Sam is at the bottom of an escalator (the up escalator, I think), but I don’t think it’s moving at all. She is crouched down; there is an infant one to two steps above her. It is in need of a diaper change, which is what Sam is attending to. The child (a boy) is supine, the diaper open, some of the excessive amount of excrement in a clump a few steps below Sam. I don’t even see wipes or a new diaper. Sam appears flustered.