I'm on the side of a hill, like a farm, where the surface is all smooth light dirt, almost dust. No plants or weeds. It is night, andI saw a hole here where there was sort of creature living, and I try to surprise it, running up with a dog and a flashlight, but I don't see the hole. There aren't really any landmarks, so I cut across a couple of different ways, widening the search, with our dog Theo sniffing around randomly like he always does when looking for his ball. We can't find the hole, and I think we probably already ruined the surprise and he's gone now.

I look for a couple of crates of strawberries that I left up here, apparently left over at the end of the day, and I was intending to pick them up in the morning. But they have disappeared, I think buried in the dust, and I realize that you can't really leave picked strawberries out all night like that anyway. Seems obvious now.

I start traversing laterally toward the edge of the field, and I see Bob Metzler, a late friend and mentor, but in the dream he is unrealistically tall and thin. I follow in his same direction.

At the edge of the field is a natural dirt wall about four or five feet up, and Theo jumps up into the vegetation there. It scares me because I think there is a steep dropoff of a few hundred feet on the other side, but apparently there isn't, and I can see Theo playing up there.

Also on that side of the field is an old church or sanctuary, a small building hundreds of years old, which seems like an interesting and historical place to visit at night, so I go over there. Inside is a room with old white historical walls and a stairway turning up to the right. I start up the stairway but there are two young nuns coming down. One of them smiles at me, sort of flirting, as I step to the side.