Estate + ferry: shortcut out of DC

I was riding in a car driven by a woman I knew well, who was maybe my mother's age. We were on our way out of the city, which identified with DC in my mind, though a bit different.

There was a huge river running through the middle of the city, for one thing. But I'll get to that. We had figured out that the best route to take was to drive south and enter an impressive, yet compact, estate. We drove our car from the back gate, into a courtyard filled with gardens, green copper statues on stone pedestals, and a circular center with maybe a sundial or fountain in the middle.

We stopped for a moment in the circle, and I turned and took a picture out the window of some small copper statues, perhaps cherubs or children. I looked at the picture on my camera's screen, and for some reason, the focus was messed up. There were three statues, the closest one on the right, the other two behind it and slightly to the left. I had tried to focus on the middle one, but the focus ended up showing up intermittently in different parts of the picture.

We turned right from the circle and continued through a small tunnel towards the front exit from the estate. As we were coming out, some of the estate's actual residents (at least one dark-haired guy) were walking up the covered front steps (kind of like a valet area), and looked at us, as if trying to remember if we were guests staying there or what. We glanced awkwardly at them and continued out.

Basically the only thing accessible from the front exit of the estate was a ferry that crossed the very wide river that ran through the city (though here the shores of the river looked pretty mountainous/woodsy and not built up at all).

Girl on the bus; mountain tunnel. Dance?

On the bus, a girl: medium-tall height, brown hair, window seat, straight white smile.

"What're you, some kind of dentist?" says a guy nearby on the bus. Glad he said something so I don't just feel dumb in the silence.

Mountain road pull-up to the bus tunnel, coasting uphill, I get out, go through the tunnel on my own. Successive tunnel doors begin to close as I walk through them, but I eventually get out.

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"How'd you get up there?"
Dance. "I'm starting to not suck so much." "Nah, you're really pretty good."

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Woke up with a DDR song stuck in my head.

E 3 1 0 0 B 1 3 1 3 3 G 2 2 2

That's the one.

A meeting with adventurers, a frolic in the front yard, a throbbing ear

Something like Lord of the Rings atmosphere. I've come to a lodge or meeting ground some miles from the foot of a lesser mountain. I have a story to tell to the people meeting there, which is very relevant to their lives. I wander into their sitting circle (on the floor). A certain Avent (young fellow) is answering a question about his name (whether it is a family name, if it has to do with his adventurous disposition). His answer seems affirmative. Then, it is his turn to ask something of another person in the circle. It goes on in this fashion. I grow restless, stand up (I was sitting to the right of Avent) and go outside.

At this point the storyline starts to break up. The yard outside the lodge turns out to be our front yard at home. I am so ecstatic to see it that I dive and tumble partway down the hill and start rolling around merrily. The front way of the lodge and to the lodge's left (upstreet) are lines of conifers. But as I look longer, it becomes our street and the houses across and on Wainscott.

I've moved out to the street and am looking (from upstreet) back at the house. It is notably different from our real house. I remarked to myself how nice it would look if the palm trees were accompanied by small standing pools of water. Then I remember we have a swimming pool (we have always had swimming pools at our house). It is near the street at the bottom of our hill. I go in for a minute, then come back out. During the time outside I've given some thought as to how much longer till summer (it seems to be March or early April).

I come back inside and look in the mirror. My hair is wet but interestingly sleek. The middle looks combed up while the sides fall down onto my forehead and in front of my ears. Mom notes that I look handsome. She goes on to ask me about the difference between the beginning of the Fellowship of the Ring and the forest part. (credibility?)

I tell her to hold on. My right ear is absolutely throbbing. I go to the mirror and try to get the water out of it (from the pool) but it doesn't seem to be working. I can see the skin under my ear throbbing and I can hear the thumps of it.

(I woke up to find myself in an odd position, probably the cause of the sound (my heartbeat) -- my right arm was asleep.)

"Gooo for it, Nabeeel..."

We were standing out in the open, and in front of us, across a very wide expanse, was a granite cliff which created very high fidelity echoes. Something in my mind tells me it was Massachusetts. We didn't go over to the cliff, though :(

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Mom had some new bike for her library, and she let me ride it while she went off somewhere else. I biked by Andrew K and Nabeel and some random girls, who looked like similar stock to Nabeel. Andy said something like "I think Nabeel would be more comfortable..." and walked off; while biking by, I said "Gooo for it, Nabeeel..."