I dreamt I was on a tall hill with a lot of those terror tree wood carvings like I have on my front steps. I was pushing them off onto the brush below as well as rocks and large tree stumps. There were some standing stones, but those were sacred. I went down to see some people on the road going by the hill and they wanted to see what I threw down, so we started walking towards the brush, and we passed a rotting horse that was legendary. All of a sudden I heard motor noises from under the hill and two cars raced out from under the base of the hill. I looked closer and saw a flap of the hill that hinged up as cars passed under it. There was a tunnel, and that made sense, because there was a bridge nearby that has an exit that didn't seem to go anywhere, but really connected to this tunnel. It was one-way.

I looked down the street and saw the Oakley room and Chris and Barlow were looking at me. Since the hill place was the dream and the Oakley room was the real world, they were looking at me sleeping, and as I walked to the Oakley room, that meant I was waking up. I entered the room and looked in the mirror, and I was all sweaty. Barlow started running around and jumping on the dining room table and up the gun cabinet, then to Hobbes' food bowl and huddled there. I started recounting my dream, since I just was there, and I started talking to Barlow in the third person.