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Dream: We are showing a movie in some Amish-ish town. It is based on a book by Claire Pitts that apparently won some sort of literary prize. In the theater, Nick says, "I spent 20 minutes in the shower coming up with an idea for a book that will win that prize." I say, "Did you?" He says, "Yes." For some reason I have to change my clothes. When I take off my shoe a bunch of dirt falls out. Mr. Button gives me a shoe insert thing that's supposed to make it better. Nick, who by this point has turned into Ben, tells me I'm pretty and asks me to be his Valentine. I decline, and he begs. I firmly tell him no.

Claire makes the announcement that after the movie she will be taking everyone's picture, so they're going to be there a while. I explain to a little girl that she is just kidding. The movie begins. Shortly, there is an intermission. We leave the theater and a girl invites us to her house to play. The walk to her house is interesting.. I see a girl playing with a tiny baby polar bear....We go upstairs into an attic type thing (which turns out to be their living room) Along the walls there is a strip of carpeted flooring that one must crawl along, because the ceiling is very low. On one side of the room there is a small opening that leads to a bathroom. I can not fit through it. A bunch of girls (Care and Em House were among them, I believe) come up with us and demonstrate to me how easy it is. On the other side of the room there is another passage that I assume leads to a bedroom. In the middle of the room the floor is a pool table on one side and a coffin on the other (laid end to end, not side by side). I do not know this so I go on to the coffin in an attempt to get to the other side, and it begins to fall through. I reach safety, though, and then have the task of putting it back where it was. It is like a puzzle.