May 20, 2024

A member of a cartel and I negotiated payment of my friends debt for something other than his life. When I left his house I ran for the airport but heard a concert across a field and through some trees. The concert was at the bottom of a canyon or ravine whose steep sloped walls had people scattered around its acoustic marvel. I routed around to the right leaping to prominent points of the massive terrestrial depressions crown to the tree line on the far side. Through that tree line I slid down a small hill to a pile of leaves and realized my back did not hurt so I refused to move until I was discovered by a man with a flashlight just before sunrise. In front of me was three old buildings protected for historical significance to a college. One of the schools administrators approached me and asked if the smallest of the three buildings bothered me but I said it did not and that I thought it was the best of the three for its ornate architecture. Then a hog dragging a leash started pathing toward me junk for truffles. Then the school administrator introduced me to a bunch of students and I awoke.

​The thunderstorm was right above us at 2:25am and the guard stopped to ask if I was okay. I told him I was just enjoying listening to the storm. He asked if it woke me. I replied the storm isn't what wakes me, or keeps me awake. Dreaming about my back not hurting was so nice. The storm fades afar by 2:55am but my four hours of sleep was straight through and better quality than I have had in a long time. Oh, my dream had started with me explaining to my boys how to eat healthy. Afterward, in that house, I then had to save my friend from the cartel. Thunderstorms are great.