Dream #1,047

Dreamt that, despite it being a small campus, I’d never explored the surrounding neighborhoods and resolved to do so. I followed a path along the river. In places, the river split and the path turned into a small stream. Both the river and stream had lots of small fish. I had to be careful not step on them. At the top of the hill, through the trees, I came upon an old concrete bridge. It no longer spanned the river as the center portion had collapsed, leaving the rebar exposed. But it looked stable enough and, since it was a little out of the way, I thought it would be a great place to take a date for a picnic.

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