I flew home for Easter and landed in Atlanta Georgia where my Uncle Denny was going to pick me up. From there we were going to drive home (my home) for a big Easter dinner. We drove back up through Newberry SC (where he lives) and then to Spartanburg, where we stopped to get gas. The town was laid out just like the university of Lancaster. As I waited for him to pump the gas, I saw my friend Christy, who normally attends Converse College in Spartanburg (but she's at Lancaster now). I talked to her for a while, and then Uncle Denny and I hit the road.

After quite a long time, we got to the Nemaha county area. I was supposed to go camping with six guys from my high school class so he dropped me off there. I had to go down a steep slope, which was really tricky. The slope was slippery, plus it was night, so it wasn't easy. I got to the bottom, and there was a table set up in the flat grassy area about 10 feet in front of a cornfield. We had to get our camping tickets from that table, and then queue up (yes, in the dream, we called it a queue instead of a line) for the signal that we could go. I was in the front of the queue, and Brent kept trying to cut.

I remembered that I left something back up on the hill, so I gave up my position and ran up to get it. While I was gone, the signal to leave was given, and all the other guys took off. I was too far behind to catch them, and I didn't know the way to the campsite either, so I just stayed behind. I figured it was better to wait for morning than to get lost at night.

When the sun rose, I realized that this area looked a lot like my back yard. I picked up my bag and headed into the field. After probably 50 feet or so, I realized I was stepping in a sort of mush, and not too far later, I was in an actual body of water. I don't know if it was a pond, a river, or maybe just flood water, but it was just a body of water with cornfield all around. My bag was floating, so I just started pushing it ahead of me and then I'd swim up to it. It wouldn't be so easy, though, when my bag became waterlogged and sunk. I had to fish around for it and finally I drug it up.

Eventually I reached the other side, and as I came out of the cornfield, I saw a clean modern campsite with a gravel road leading up to it and several campers. I saw my dad over by a tree and I walked up to him. Before I could say anything, he showed me a stack of cds and said "Look what I just bought!" I looked through them, and the only two I remember were The Levellers and Chalk Farm. When I got to the Chalk Farm cd, I said "Hey, I met thsoe guys and saw them play!" He said "Oh yeah, they have a great cover song on there called waiting (I don't think that song really exists)." He said "I've changed my musical tastes quite a bit...I now only listen to cover songs. All these cds have cover songs." He told me that the Chalk Farm one was so good I had to listen to it right then. He popped it in to the cd player that was conveniently there and played it. I recognized the song as one of theirs. "I didn't know this was a cover song," I said. He said "Yeah, it's an old Barry White song."

I looked around and saw Uncle Denny's van sitting under another tree. Alex, the guy in my corridor from British Columbia, was sitting in front of it in a lawn chair. I asked him if there was a toilet in there, and he told me to just go upstairs. I went in, and sure enough, there were stairs in one corner so I went up. The upstairs was so small--there was a shower and a toilet to sit on, but there was no more than 2 feet from the floor to the ceiling. I yelled down to Alex: "How are you supposed to get in this thing?" He said "oh, I forgot to push the button." He pushed a button and the ceiling started rising...and then it stopped after about a foot. I couldn't get in there, so I have up and went back downstairs. Uncle Denny was sitting in the driver's seat, so I started talking to him. He said "That light in the upstairs above the shower is really bright. It's as bright as sunrise! One time Carole and the kids and I were driving up to Nebraska, the sun rose as we were coming through Miami. Then in Atlanta, someone turned the light on, and then in Omaha, someone turned that light on again. Poor Wade thought the sun rose three times!

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