Submitted by Verity 

I dreamed Sunday night that we were staying at our friends' vacation cabin. My brain thought there was a funeral involved because last time we stayed there my best friend's dad had died. The camera lens of my brain also kept zooming out and in. I remember a really weird close-up of my shorts-clad knee, sunlit ferns, and the porch stairs, followed by an unrealistically stylized aerial view of a town in my area. It looked like a tourist poster emphasizing all the highlights and attractions. I spent a long time looking at it, because I think it did turn into a poster and I was trying to follow it like a map.The sequence of events is a little hazy. The next thing I'm positive on is visiting a boutique shop and talking excitedly to my mom as we climbed the rickety steps about how much I loved it. Then it turned out we had actually come to visit my friends C and L who lived there, and who (my dream self was perfectly aware) were hiding drugs called titanium in their secret basement room.We hung out and I confronted C about her stash. She was cagey, but I boldly revealed the location. Nobody seemed very interested. Someone said "oh you mean the tin bull" or something to that effect. Mercy and I decided to leave, because we needed to be at church in time for the evening service, but this particular group of friends was about as slow to break up a conversation in the dream as they are in real life. Also, either me or my mom made some social faux pas which earned us a really judgmental look from one of C's distant relatives who had just walked in.Mercy and I went to the car (apparently our mom was no longer a concern?) and started it up. The sun was shining and insects were buzzing in the field where we had parked, never mind that the original boutique shop had been sitting in the middle of a rustic downtown street. As hard as we tried to leave, these massive vans and trailers kept trundling by in front of our exit route. I have a vague memory of my dad making a random appearance, and that's it. We'll never know if we got to church on time.