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Too strange... I'm gonna write out a dream I was milling about a few minutes ago...
Well, I definitely was wandering in a convention-like area, but it was sparse - not packed like many conventions are. It was in an old mansion or cathedral... it was very old.
I remember peeking in many of the rooms and seeing large groups of religious people sitting down, not looking at me... but typically at a stage - but I don't remember anything about what was on the stage.
In the main hallway there were a four men playing a board game that was a variation on Clue - but it didn't have rooms - the men were walking in some strange maze on the board. I didn't understand it, and the guys were talking about what their next move was, like each person's move affected the others in some way.
The main room I was in - although it didn't feel like a room - it was more like the cottage in Muskoka I used to go to every year. And for some reason, I was trying to figure out a word puzzle... I distinctly remember something about the number 6, and three liquids, which were located in a fridge wedged into the middle of the cliffside. Something about soda, I remember...
What I also remember was that I frustrated that I couldn't figure out the puzzle.
And, well, I can't remember anymore.
Well, I definitely was wandering in a convention-like area, but it was sparse - not packed like many conventions are. It was in an old mansion or cathedral... it was very old.
I remember peeking in many of the rooms and seeing large groups of religious people sitting down, not looking at me... but typically at a stage - but I don't remember anything about what was on the stage.
In the main hallway there were a four men playing a board game that was a variation on Clue - but it didn't have rooms - the men were walking in some strange maze on the board. I didn't understand it, and the guys were talking about what their next move was, like each person's move affected the others in some way.
The main room I was in - although it didn't feel like a room - it was more like the cottage in Muskoka I used to go to every year. And for some reason, I was trying to figure out a word puzzle... I distinctly remember something about the number 6, and three liquids, which were located in a fridge wedged into the middle of the cliffside. Something about soda, I remember...
What I also remember was that I frustrated that I couldn't figure out the puzzle.
And, well, I can't remember anymore.
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