I think this is another Stranger Things inspired dream although it lacked the actors. It began in a dark bar during the day, a dive. It must've been the eighties or nineties. The bartender gave me a check for one-hundred-and-twenty-six dollars, and I put it in a cigarette machine to send to my grandmother. The bartender was a dark haired woman who seemed to have it out for me, so I had to get out of there. I found myself in the woods full of gnarly old trees, roots, and caves. Ron was there, and I think somebody else, but can't be sure. This is the part of the dream that is murky, so I have to piece it together. Ron was standing waist high in a damp sink hole. I had a heart shaped rock, much like the chalcedony I'd found beneath the cairn, here. To Ron's right there was wood with indentations. I put my rock in one, then, another, like a puzzle, until it fit. Ron said that was it and added some more wet muddy rocks into the other little nooks.
