My dream began on a dreary note. I was living in a spartan townhouse. Outside was overcast and wintry with no hope or promise of spring. My roommate was an amalgam of all the girls who have been in my life who have been more trouble than they had been worth for a piece of tail. You know who you are even if you no longer read heptapod.org. She was bitching and moaning about how she wanted to run away but couldn't leave because she felt responsible for everything she was leaving behind.

I slammed the door when I left and wandered away. I wandered far and wide seeking a break in the clouds and soon everything was beautiful and pure. raddidge was sitting among the reeds watching the sunset. She needed her space so I sat in a meadow watching the mirror-perfect surface of a winding pond. In the distance I could hear croaking and soon there was a bullfrog who was bigger than Spot! He hopped merrily around, punctuating each splash with a joyous ribbit. When I tried to call out to raddidge, I had no voice but I gesticulated hoping to get her attention. Something about this anuran gave me great joy because I knew that water was clean and would be forevermore. Soon he hopped back the way he came. I followed him.

Deep in the back of my mind I thought to myself, "This is another place in Rainy Mountain". Over the rise I found raddidge was already there looking down a hill to the clearest and cleanest pond I had ever seen in waking or dreaming life.

raddidge says, "You know if you had binoculars and aimed them at the water you could count every pebble on the bottom!"

Looking closer, I saw that the lake ended and butted up against a large white house that looked more like a wooden castle. I felt very sad because that building was the clubhouse for a golf course. I hope the golf course doesn't ruin nature more than it already has with its cancerous spreading.