going to a house

Date: 11/13/2016

myself and a some other people, for a while it might have been Gregoire Cosette, and then maybe Jen and then mum and dad, we were walking home, and home was like a dingy little broken cabin in a field. on the way we found a trap about a mile away and we had to untie the trap. I vaguely remember building it, so maybe I helped build it in the dream. then we continued on through this forest and ended up at a four way road junction, we took the road headed for a bridge and a small town. before we got k. the bridge we stopped and looked over the town. mum, who was pregnant in the dream went to a different road and looked over at the main city. dad started over the bridge and got to the other wide whilst I looked at the village. I started walking across the bridge when mum shouted over to wait for her, so I did and she said she heard there was a fisherman in the water and there was he was on a windsurfer with a fishing rod. so when mum came over the bridge, she too was on a windsurfer and I stood right behind it as I walked along to keep cool. dad kept peering over the edge of the bridge, I don't know why, and I kept telling him not to. there were these gaps between the rails and then a little sticky out bar of metal that he was standing on one legged with his hands in his pockets. I told him to get off but he slipped and I think he fell, but I woke up before I knew whether he fell or not.