I am in the Ohio garage. I become mixed up as to which wall I'm facing and believe a door has disappeared, but my mom and dad point out that it is on the other wall. Everything in the dream is in the style of the 1940s and 50s. I find book I'm fascinated with, it is an early work of an author who later became famous. This edition has footnotes constituting of text in the draft the author gave his editor.
I'm cooking a steak in the garage on an electric griddle. There's lots of smoke but the steak is not cooking. My mom calls me for dinner. At the table, my dad bites head off a live mouse, with blood on his lips he says, "That's what we used to call 'the head ender'." He saves the rest of the mouse to have one bite at each meal. My brother vomits.
My parents drive me to some sort of camp. On the way, we circle around a house. A narrator says this is where Dennis from the Shrimper record label lives. Hundreds of large electrical cables exit the house in all directions.
As we drive by a country field, I watch a traditional dance where a line of men roll a drum across their bodies. The last three men in the line are sumo wrestlers.
When I check into the camp, I'm told I "can't leave the cabin at night but whatever you bring into the cabin has to stay all night."
A thirsty boy by a toilet in middle of room asks if this is where we get water. There is a pump handle on the toilet, pumping it brings water up out of toilet. The water is dirty green then clear, mostly. The boy takes a drink, I can't tell if he likes it or not.
There is hole in floor with many white tubes leading down into it. Thinking it may be a gravity driven pump system, I lift one white tube coming through window to try to start water flowing. It doesn't work. I look up and notice whte tube doesn't go out the window, but hangs on a on a hook by it. There is a shattered porcelan pump by the hole.
It's a photography camp. I look out the window and see stream of Native American souls/ghosts spiraling into the air. I assume it was created as a subject for a photo.
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