Strange Trip

We are on an outing on the beach or lakeside. Dad and I drive to get something we cannot forget. Amanda and Guy are there. I miss Brian and lucidly remember that he will be able to join us this weekend. When we are back from the drive we get to this camp that takes us through a dark place straight to our destination. For some reason, I know that he will shut the light off for the decent. I just know that we will need them. We descend downward and I'm scared but we make it. Lastly we pass through a door at the bottom of our hall/ramp. Who I traveled with is now a very short white man. A small person you might say. I help him down. He seems very on edge, fearful. He stays put. He looks to the open door in horror, so I step up and clasp it shut. A woman I know escorts me back to the are we've set up camp. I comment to the woman while we are walking, about the small nervous man who accompanies me. She looks pale and nervous. She says she would act that way too if the world was ending. I say, “Four days?” She looks to me and replies, “Two days.” I return to the group. They are continuing the movie without me. I am mildly upset. At a bar of some sort with this camp of people. I'm talking to someone and a cute blonde boy with long hair and I begin to flirt. I see later on that the boy was or has proven to be a much younger version of Tiny S. I am immediately concerned about my judgment. I am also mildly repulsed.

Some Guidance

I'm sitting across from a woman who likes me very much. She gives me four of her last cookies. All the while she tells me about how good they are. Made with real jam. I give her the last one and she is happy. I get the feeling that she is a teacher to me, a guide.