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I dreamt that H. and I went to visit "Canada's National Park," which was a sort of mountain shrine enclosed all around by giant gates. The attraction was a roaring river that twisted over the park, sometimes whirling in impossible formations. The government had built white marble all around, covering the ground and rising up in beautiful walls around the water, giving the impression that the river was actually artificially-driven and composed of fountains, but it was explained to us that all of this was merely ornamental, and did not in any way inflect the natural flow of water.

Once we finished looking at the water, we went back to the main gate, where you could see huge bolts of lightning coming down from the sky so rapidly that it appeared to form human figures in armor. This special kind of lightning was the other reason people came to see the park.

I attribute this dream to overdosing on Tao Te Ching. No Lovecraft dreams yet, though... I think because his fears (seafood, knowledge, lack of white people) are so different from mine, they don't really play on my subconscious.

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