Bridger
Oneironaut

I'm at a river with another person. They are explaining how they are making a makeshift dam. A center block of concrete has already been poured and water running around it has washed out any loose rock so it is now just a solid part of a much larger rock. He triggers the buildup of water by moving a log over the remaining stream and the dam is put into action. I take a small boat over to one side of the water, but he releases the stream at the dam, so I'm pulled with the current back towards it. I narrowly escape capsizing and falling into the water with the help of the builder who pulls me out. Later, I'm with a group of guys who don't have a place to stay for the night up in the mountains. A couple offers beds to us in the loft of their house. I am very grateful to them but everyone else just walks in and finds their bed.

I'm with a friend and some others on the mountain skiing. I don't know why I'm skiing rather than snowboarding but I'm keeping up with everyone just fine anyways. We try getting some air off a side hit and it works pretty well. After navigating through a difficult part of the slope, we take a break. Someone asks me about my skis and I tell them how I haven't skied in over a decade now but it's just like riding a bike coming back to it. I remark to my friend how I should go put some sunscreen on as I can fell my face starting to burn.

I'm playing a role in a story I'm telling myself. The narrative involves the invention of gunpowder by a god, which is me. Some door must be opened and there are piles of explosive material right outside it. I toss some more closer to the door and then prepare a fuse. I spend a while experimenting with what seems to be the best combination of ingredients to spark correctly. I make little piles for each one on a tray then press down on it with a rod that has a hollow cone shape on the end. When pressed down all the way, the powder ignites. I find the best candidate and light the fuse, which is a trail of the gunpowder, using the same rod. The door explodes and I walk away towards the edge of a lake. I begin to fly, rising above the clouds thinking that this must be where the gods live. I see nothing but clouds though and end up getting a stomach lurching feeling looking back down at the ground. I fall fast and splash into the lake.

I'm with a coworker who is describing to a manager how he set up a mock plane in the air in a warehouse to mimic shooting down into targets below. It had all sorts of cables attached to pull it off. Later, I'm doing some assistant work at an airport where I'm waiting for a lady to write down the names of all the passengers. She calls out my name when she's done and I glance over the paper. I find it strange that there are so few names listed, only 20 or so, and that they are written in different colors. Later, I'm with a bunch of people at a little house having a party. It's after everyone's been drinking quite a bit and people start puking. I find my way outside and do the same in some bushes off to the side.

I'm on top of a skyscraper on some kind of contraption set up by some people in the military. It feels scary since I'm so close to the edge so I'm grateful when it's over and I move back away from it. Someone from our group wants to go again through so we wait while the guys set it up again. The guy walks in a very military fashion with straight strides all the way up to the edge, then turns abruptly to follow the edge over to the contraption. Later, I'm at a golf course at the turn. My dad shows up as well and orders one of the strawberry adult beverages they have.