We’re managing some sort of a campground.
I’m sitting at a table next to a window.
The table is a two-spot in a work area.
The window does not look to the outside but into a kitchen
It is made this way so they can pass the food right through the window and onto the table.
Afterward, they can close the shutters.
I say, “This is so cool! I love it”
I get up to find and tell Lance about it and see a man eating something that appears to be icy freezer-burnt fruit. He’s very drunk.
I pass an open portable cooler full of freezer-burnt food next to a barn. I can see all the little crystalized ice encasing the food.
A blonde girl is running after the very drunk man.
I walk forward and find Lance, who is just finishing making a concrete floor in a room with a sliding glass door that overlooks a lake.
I wake up