Dream

I'm in a group home. I walk through halls, through communal rooms. Someone is going to play some music, and I see a few people waiting to listen. I find a seat and a backpack on the floor. There are snacks in the pouch. I eat some fruity gummies. A bag of gummy worms is already open, so I don't touch them. These snacks are for everyone. I share with someone sitting with me. I'm in a scientific community. A team has simulated the feeling of being in a tornado. I see dark swirls on a wall and feel a cool breeze on my face. A large box is delivered to my room. I open it to find what seems to be, I fear, a nuclear warhead. Some assembly is required. It is difficult for me to believe the weapon is so simple and so deadly. Someone comes in, and I throw a blanket over it. Someone says, before Leonardo Da Vinci made the Mona Lisa, he imagined it in his mind. There's a store, like Tracy's in Louisiana, in an area like Oak Hill.