i dreamed once, about a meadow in the rolling hills atop a mountain, it was from the old times, before the last war, there was a mountain stream that fed into a small lake, with a waterfall at the other end of the lake.
in the dream I, was walking, along a path in the woods outside the meadow, and as I was coming up the path into a clearing I saw the bridge for the first time. it wasn't anything from those times, those times, that seemed like the old mountain west, before civilization had come in to ravage its natural beauty, no the bridge I saw, was mechanical, with antennas and lights, a lowered drawbridge, except, it was not over anything, didn't convey, to or from, any road, on either side, just, the structure of a bridge, from another time, and completely out of place, there was a cabin, on the lake, that I'd eventually gotten to, in the dream I'd only sought to get there, to rest from my travels, I even remember feeling tired in the dream, and then I woke up in the vault, trying endlessly to retrieve that sequence, so as to notice, any new detail, it was so very mysterious,
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