Garage saling and I run into N, flea market of sorts, we're amiable enough, civil, and I'm trying to find a moment to chat with her but things keep interrupting. A vendor has things to show me, some great high end 60's stuff, cufflinks, ashtrays, he got them down the road, he's getting my opinion and I'm telling him that there always be a market for high end 60's stuff, he's telling me if I'm interested he'll let me know where he got it, there's more, I'm not that interested...
N*** is packing up, we're not finding time to chat, connect, and the dream is changing...
All around the city there are badlands...a smaller city, like a Disneyland or amusement park, smaller even than that, and the "mayor" (??) has decided to add some wildlife, letting loose some crocodiles and little shrews, they're everywhere, only now a girl is complaining that one of the crocodiles has bitten her leg, and the restaurants are trying to deal with the shrews, and I'm laughing at the mayor, what a brilliant idea to let loose rat/shrews in restaurants, he's a little young and inexperienced, I go with the girl to find the crocodile that bit her...
It's in the bottom of a narrow canyon, badlands type, we cross it over a short footbridge, can't see it down there, but they're everywhere...
Evening, I'm approaching a tree, going to round up some of the lizards, only there's a crocodile in the tree, well camouflaged, he snaps at my arm, various lizards now begin raising their frills and hissing at me, I'm not getting near this tree...
(Exhausted, back to the 12 hour work days, leg/knee rebelling against this sort of abuse. 58 days, more or less, left.)