Almost forgot. Last night I dreamed I was in Maine. I was at the parent's house of some mormon friends of mine and I had helped move stuff from there before. They knew of another friend of mine that had hiked the Apalachian Trail South to North. I was now there with a "friend" that I didn't know all that well. We needed to hike the Apalachian Trail to get home and only had one pack which contained my sleeping bag. My friend had scrounged an extra sleeping bag from our host but as we were leaving I had lost something important and had to return to the house to find it.
It was a very vivid dream and if I wanted to bore people to tears I could describe the house and hosts in great detail including colors. Felt very real.
