I'm climbing Mount Saint Helens, but there is a village at the top, and I'm milling about there. The weather is nice, so I sit outside and look at the view. I think I call somebody, just to say hi from the summit. For some reason it seems that if there were an earthquake, it would be a disaster for this place.

Then it is later, dark. I have come back down, and I am going back up, with a car full of people. It's funny that I'm going to climb St Helens twice in one day. We're driving on a curvy road in the woods, excited about getting on the trail.

But on the way we have to make a stop, at a dark old house with high ceilings, very dark and scary, with rich carved wood ornamentation. I'm there to pick up something from work - an antenna that we use for a pointing-stick when we're working on CAD. We go into this office room, which is very scary, and there is a statue looking at us, freaking us out. We grab three of these antennas (in real life, only one exists) as fast as we can and start making a hasty retreat.

My friends leave, but for some reason I feel like I have to go back, perhaps because we took three antennas and we only need one. I'm really scared to go back alone. But in the hallway outside the office room, two people appear, as if maids or some sort of house-servants, and they see me and ask what I'm doing. I can't explain, so I just bolt for the door.