November 22, 2005 - The Falling Treehouse

I’m at some kind of summer camp thing for adults. We seem to be somewhat secluded and out there. There is a river or some other kind of water. There are other people there, none of whom I remember, except that Gerry Murphy seems to be one of the camp counselor-type people.

The main part of the dream is that everyone in the camp is required to go up into a complex of treehouses that are way above the forest floor, impossibly high. At one point I am in one section of the treehouses (think Ewok village) alone, looking down at the ground, which must be at least twenty stories down. I am scared and start to think about what would happen if the treehouse fell, when suddenly I realize that the section I’m in is starting to fall. I manage to make it up some stairs and through a doorway to another part of the complex as the whole section I was in slowly rips apart and then falls. I run frantically through the rest of the complex shouting and telling people what has just happened. Finally, I meet Gerry, who tries to calm me down and assure everyone that everything is okay.