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I dreamt of being at a water park, with the family. We still up ramps, avoided the vacuum tubes, except Aunt Linda who went in one to get there faster. Not me, dad, and the baby. I had the baby so I had to walk up the water ramps and I didn't have shoes. They were small and narrow at the edge of rooms, hexagonal rooms stacked one on the other over and over. There was a party going on. People kept calling my cell. Mike was there. I was so cool. A lot of things happened. Then it was a house party. Arthur was coming. He was coming. He got there, I mean here, and he was wearing a black down jacket and nice grainy jeans and looked very fitted and nice. Jim came too. Arthur was wanted by his truant officer. Not particularly, just something. Custody. He came to me and said, "It turns out that I'm not just some small case. I'm a top case in the FBI." and we went outside maybe to hide. He wasn't particularly scared about them coming to find him, but then he spontaneously became Sofia while we were in the garage and she just FREAKED. We walked up the steps to the steps down to the craft shop. I walked them one at a time, she did them all in one step after I was done with all of them. Then we ran down to the lower level and the craft shop wasn't really sort of there, and we considered going into the parents' bedroom. Then mom woke me up. It was so good to see him again, even though it didn't really look like him. I woke up sort of feeling better. The water park thing.