The Volcano Dream.

(slightly older dream, maybe dreamt about 3 months ago)

I am with my friend Nick and his family in the middle of a construction yard, on a dirt road, lined with dead forest. There is a massive mound of dark soil and rock. The mound reveals itself as a volcano, as it hurls an enormous glob of high-definition lava and molten rock into the air. I look up and see it plummeting to Earth, and it's beautiful. But me and Nick's family run away, endangered by the volcano. We find shelter in a small church on the other side of the low-roofed and grey town, at a higher, more elevated hill. It's around dawn, and the sky is grey. Far behind the church, there is a much larger mountain, black and ominous. We see the volcano, sticking out behind the grey, dark houses, with it's bright orange and gold lava on the top, far in the distance. Me and Nick look out of one of the small rectangular church windows, and observe that ash is falling from the sky, and all of the town is beautifully quiet, peaceful, serene. This peaceful scenery of the grey ash falling aimlessly contrasts so wonderfully with the previous encounter with volcanoes.

The Spider Dream.

(I have an extreme and irrational fear of spiders)

I am in my living room, near the door to the kitchen, looking at the entire room from the corner. There are large and thick strings hanging in loops from the ceiling. They start at the ceiling, go down, loop back up and touch the ceiling again, and they vary in height. There are about four of these complete loops. And there is an enormous spider (maybe about 7 inches long) crawling on the ceiling, wall and strings. It isn't too terrifying, but it has black stripes, a green-tinted white body, and a yellow-tinted white head. It appears to take a spiders shape, with the legs bent backward like the ones from the appropriately-titled movie, Arachnophobia.The dream conspires to make this spider seem 100 times more petrifying to me than it actually is, and i scream and huddle in the corner. As i watch the creature, it seems to be clearing up the strings at teleportation speed, making them disappear, and reduces the number of loops to only one. Upon closer inspection and the random appearance of a chart describing the creature, i realize it's just a large moth, that doesn't look much like a spider at all.

The New Friend Dream.

(In this dream, i become friends with a girl from school. I can't really share her name, so i'll call her Brooke Hoover.)

Me and Brooke begin talking in school, and we get along very well, and become friends instantly. She even invites me to her house. Her mom takes us, and we drive through forest land. She is a very nice lady. She has an abnormally large house, with an even larger parking lot spanning in front of it, which ends at a bridge, going into a city. The parking lot fans outwards, like a hand-fan type thing, and trees border the sides. Brooke has a small room, that cuts into weird, uncomfortable angles at the low ceiling. I remember talking to Brooke and having fun, playing games, going on the computer together. Then her mom calls us down and says, "We're on air!" I am confused, until i see a large room of theirs that seems to be dedicated for a news show. And me and Brooke quickly run into the long but narrow, dimly lit room with a wide window at the opposite end, and get in the shot of the camera, and do funny things, for TV, apparently. The family seems even cooler to me now. Then i believe we have dinner, and i stay a bit longer. We have a lot of fun. Then the polite mother asks me if i want to leave, and i say it's just about time, maybe a bit longer. So, i leave after that short time. My mother picks me up. Her car and Brooke's car are the only cars in the parking lot. Brooke is leaving too, like the house really is just a big grocery store or something. Brooke has a very old, but polished and renewed car. It's bright blue, and has a white top, and is very retro. My mom loves the car. I say to her when she puts her window down, "Bye Brooke Hoover!" and she says something but i can't hear, because the window isn't down far enough. My confidence that she might've liked me is shot down as i would've expected her to say bye back. I kindof thought about a hug. We hang out another day, and at nighttime when i have to leave, we walk up the parking lot towards the bridge. I want a hug from her. Very much so. And i am not too shy to do it. But i don't do it. I don't want to hug her if she doesn't want to hug me, right?

Analysis:
-Recently became friends with a boy with a large house and nice family
-I kinda like Brooke Hoover.

The Dirt Jumps Dream.

I enter the forest at night, where the mean kids ride their bikes off jumps. I am with Nick. I destroy all the jumps, and i tear down their makeshift objects and things. And i tear down lights and they crash, casting creepy shadows across the dark, altered land of the dirt-forest. The bikeriders charge in, jumping their jumps and things, but don't seem to notice the change. Or we get in a fight. I forget.

The Hiding Dream.

I am with somebody, a close friend that I love, but i don't know who they are. I am running through backyards of old 50s style homes, early in the morning, with this friend, hiding in the shadows, trying to avoid getting shot by the citizens, and trying to get to this sunny farm near the middle school.

The Shantyhouse Dream.

Me, my brother, and Nick are all in a tightly-closed-in complex of makeshift-houses that are torn apart and empty. This complex doesn't span very wide, and not very long. It is near the end of the day, and the sun casts a eerily burning red color over the area. The complex seems to be floating on the ocean, but it is connected at one end to land, which is a South American country, very poorly made and just overall impoverished. So, we are walking around, between and around this completely silent frames of shantyhouses. My brother explains to us that nasty stuff goes down here, like druggies meeting, weird experiments in underground drug labs, crazy hobos who shoot people, basically making it terrifying. Suddenly, we happen upon a house frame that has four walls and a roof, and we go inside. The floors are wooden, unlike the concrete floors of the others. There is tables upon tables, holding glowing green tubes and tanks of what we believed to be drug lab items. Then we turn, and there is stairs, leading downwards, to these large cages, filled with rowdy creatures. We observe them to be large brown, furry gorillas, who have the heads of monstrous and evil elves from Harry Potter. But they are friendly. They run at us, hug us, they love us. And for some reason, we like them too. Then, we escape the quiet, evil, small, and empty complex, and as we drive away, we see a large tank drive into the area, donning a Nazi flag. I ask Nick, "Were those Neo-Nazis?", and he says, "Yes."


Analysis:
-I played a video game recently with favelas and poor towns like that in it.
-I recently came into contact with a lost dog with Nick, who followed us.
-Recently watched a show about drug cartels and violence involving them.
-Recently watched show(yesterday) about drug addicts.
-Recently read a part in Harry Potter DH where they talk to a goblin.

The Door Dream.

Me and Nick are in a brick alley between two row houses. It's impoverished, to be frank. And there is a large wooden door. We open it, and happen upon a disgusting, filthy living room, with old 60s-style furniture thrown around all over the place. There is a lighted stairway in one corner. Nick yells to see if anybody lives there. No response. So, we do our job and we rip the door from it's hinges and completely destroy the doorway. He yells again, and here comes an elderly African-American lady, yelling back, coming down the stairs. She's upset that we destroyed her door. But we leave anyway.

The Escaping Adventure Dream.

I. I am flying through a wide, wildly meandering highway stationed on the side of a mountain that is close-by another mountain, both seeming very tall and steep, green, and fictional. Raised bridges above the highway connect the mountains. I am in a car-chase. If i'd guess, i am following a bunch of motorcycle-riding Nazis who are chasing little boy ninjas in the car in the front of them. The boys, when thrown out of their vehicles, fly around the highway as if tied by the hands by a web that hangs from the sky. I hope they don't get hit by cars as they hang hopelessly.
II. I am now on a small train, that has many pipes around and over it. It's a very old, Chinese-made train. It is moving throughout a Vietnamese forest, raised above a muddy tan river on either side. An evil woman is keeping me and Nick, and other Chinese boys and girls in cages on this train. She doesn't treat us too well, and the cages are very small. The train is breaking down, going into a tunnel, and me and Nick climb the train, trying to escape. We can jump, but we can't swim in the mucky river, or the rocky terrain on the other side. We enter the tunnel, and the train assumes the shape of a large, moving dragon, with festive lights outlining the scary, Chinese dragon face, and it's whole, slithering body, inside the pitch black tunnel. But we escape. On the other side of the tunnel, me and Nick jump off and crawl for our lives.
III. It is nighttime, with the sun just exiting the horizon, and the theme of this chapter involves me and Nick escaping through dry farmland back home. I am crawling through a small, dry, dirt path, with Nick at my side. The path is closed in by parallel fences, protecting crops. It's a dry, Southwestern area. We crawl to a pond in the middle of the path, that traps us, as the path continues on the other side of this mucky pond. We catch a fish, a very pretty blue-striped fish, and it's massive. Nick states the weight and type. I look around for a sign that tells us how many points this fish will give us(alluding to a video game i once had where you can fish in certain ponds and get points for very heavy and rare fish, and the fishing sign is where you cash them in) but i cannot find it. I am disappointed. Upon standing, i see distant floodlights, and a ruckus of cloudy farmwork with primative tractors, with men guiding it. A man walks by the fence, and i ask, "Uhh, excuse me, where are we right now, exactly? Like what state?" and he replies, "Hey man, we are in the main big state thing man. We're here, the big place, man," (and he says some kindof complicated acronym that explains the nation we are in). Me and Nick make it to this dock that overlooks the farm, and there are many old ladies with torches and pitchforks, opposing us. We ask them where we are, and they won't tell us. I look to my left, to the building on the dock, and behind the screen door, i see Fidel Castro, cigar and AK-47 and all, staring me down. We make it to a home, and a find a magazine. And i look at every page, and it says the same nation on every heading, on every weather forecast...Cuba.

The Caterpillar Dream.

It's near nighttime, around the holidays. I know this because of the dark living room with many sparkly white lights on the walls, TV set, and the table. I am trying to hang out with Nick. It's around 7, and i figure it isn't too late to go on a bike ride or something. So, i call him, and he can't. It's too late. The time changes. It's 8. I can't call him anymore, it's obviously too late. The time goes back and forth, while i call him on what looks like a calculator. Then, i am sitting at the computer desk. My mom shows me a green caterpillar that is oddly walking up the wall, head and bottom both raised, but midsection grounded. I don't care. Later, my sister walks by and asks me if i'm going to get it. I look to the wall next to me, and there is this 3 inch-diameter circle right next to my face. Another stinking caterpillar. It is made of these round purple orbs, that have white lights shiny out from the inside of them. It's decorated slightly like a wreath. Then, a part on the bottom half breaks off and the circle starts moving, leading me to realize that it is, in fact, a shining purple caterpillar that looks like a purple pearl necklace. (the parts with Nick were directly formed from the fact that before the dream, he had called me at around 10 about hanging out, and repeatedly called throughout the day at different times. The caterpillar however...i don't know)

The Valley Dream.

(this morning. another piece of that dream)

I walk through a dark path in the forest and find a large stone doorway. Upon walking through, i end up walking down a short grass slope, and entering a valley. It's a large oval valley, much resembling a small oval football field with no white lines. The valley is surrounded by the large stone wall. Outside of the wall, there is very large trees and roads, like the middle of Valley Forge. There is medium-sized cedar trees, very full with their dark green branches, scattered across this grassy valley, in odd places, as if they were put there in patterns. And to add to the abnormal tree placing, the ground is unscathed at these areas. The whole valley is filled with bright green and near-perfect grass, even right around the trees. It is not very sunny at all. At one end of the valley, there is an opening, that goes deep into an enormous and less healthy field of yellow and brown grass and grey and dead trees, and another forest, but a darker one. I am being chased by somebody, i believe. And i am running through these trees to get away from them, and pass my way into the next, less green valley.

The Charlton Heston Dream.

(this dream was this morning. it was part of a bigger dream, but i only remember this)

I am in a small black room interviewing Charlton Heston in director's chairs, much like Michael Moore did in Bowling For Columbine. I am asking him about a movie that he has made. Then i am watching the movie, and it is an animated movie about a man with a cowboy hat who looks like Clint Eastwood running around on the rooftops in the late day in Mexico, chasing some bad guys who stole something from him. It's a Western, and it's a cartoon, animated like a Disney movie. It reminds me of Gran Torino. I don't like it because it's at sunset and that makes everything red and ugly-looking.

The Courtroom Dream.

(had this dream in the beginning of 7th grade)

I am rushing through the hallways to class on my first day. I go up and down many stairways and hallways. I cannot find my class. The bell rings, and i am scared of being late. I run down hallways. I see a kid who is wearing a black shirt with red flames on it, and i ask him the time. Things aren't looking good. I take so long that my class is nearly over. I end up getting distracted by a random TV on a desk in the hallway, that is playing Roseanne. (later to find out that my sister was watching Roseanne in real life, oddly enough). I am furious with my late self. I end up escaping out of school and knocking on the door of my Aunt at nighttime, but she is not there. I am scared. I make it back to school. I end up going outside of the school on an outside staircase and find out the school is millions of miles up in the sky. I jump over to another staircase and find myself in a beautiful area. It is an enormous, beautifully decorated courtroom-looking theater. All the gold-laden seats circle around a large hole in the middle, which peers into the ground floor of more red seats. At one edge of this hole, there is a spot for a speaker to stand, which beautiful. Behind all of this is crystal waterfalls and a beautiful sky. I end up being there for music class. But i digress. I finally make it downstairs to the pitch-black basement and get to Mr. Hoshaw's room, which is completely lit by christmas lights, and there are no desks, and is decorated to look like a cave. I receive no penalty for being late.

The Bumblebee Dream.

(this dream is terribly old. i was in elementary school)

I am running around with a blurred and sepia-tone vision of things. I am in the playground at my Elementary School, Barkley. All the kids are running around like there is a nuclear war is going on, but that isn't the case. There is enormous bumblebees flying around(about the size of steaks) and dying and falling on people's heads. Then one died directly above me and landed on my head. Something about the crunch of their jelly bodies and their brittle legs on my head made me terrified. (this dream nearly made me break my neck when popping up out of slumber on the top bunk)

The Dogwood Dream.

(this dream happened a long while ago, around the beginning of Summer)

I am at the Dogwood Fair of Phoenixville. It's very different. No games, no rides. But there's still a good amount of people. In my dream, Reeve's Park is very dark, except for one very tall light post shining down on a stone path going through the park. It looks like a Broadway scene, the way it is lit in one place. Instead of giant metal boxes to house the games, there are white-striped tents with different colors near the darker areas of the park. Inside, there is one very large ship mast in the middle. It goes up to a second round wooden floor above, which holds the cover of the tent out. I go in an orange tent and go up the wooden stairs, and there is old ladies selling stuff. Kim is on the stairs, and i playfully try and take her phone while she is texting, and she giggles like mad and takes it back. Then i leave, and it starts pouring rain. I see people running under the light and out of the park, specifically my friend Ian, who is going especially crazy. I go into a door which leads to an underground hall that is very steep and slanted, and is short with metal green doors at the end. There is bad kids in there that beat me up, but i overcome them. When i get out, it's morning in Downtown Phoenixville, and Nick and other friends have turned into terrorists and are shooting pedestrians. They try and take me but i run away. Me and Nick enter an interesting store with old ladies in it and browse around.

The Roller Blader Dream.

(This dream was dreamt shortly after the last one during the same morning of September 6th and bares some resemblance to it)

I am riding my bike clumsily up the hill next to my house. I have some sort of mental handicap and i am wearing a helmet that i never wear. I see one of the female friends from my earlier dream roller-blading on the sidewalk, also very clumsily. She has a similar but stronger mental handicap. She is in a loose straight-jacket and her arms have ropes holding them up, and the white toilet-paper-like ropes go around her neck. She looks to be wrapped in toilet paper, decoratively. She is stiffly moving across the sidewalk step by step on her roller-blades, and has a large and joyful but also odd smile on her face. She is wearing a helmet similar to mine, but pink. Her image and outfit are the most vivid things in the dream. We are going up to the park behind my house, meeting there. It is very early morning, and the sun is just coming out. The sun is coming from a different angle in the dream, and it is illuminating the ground and trees in the park in the most inexplicably heavenly manner. The early morning vibe is strong, and it's breezy and just great. We are having fun there. Then, it changes. We are in a very small room. It is a light blue  rectangle dining room, and every side is a doorway into other much darker rooms, and one side at the end of the dining table has a window. It is very dark, but some light comes in from the now stormy and white sky outside. It is a depressing and eerie room, although very decorative and every piece of cloth looks like a doily. It has a delicate and feminine colonial theme. I am having dinner with my female roller- blader friend, and she is in her same outfit. We are with my family and my mother's mother, and it is her house, apparently. Very peaceful but dark colonial-themed rooms like that in older women houses creep me out tremendously most of the time, but they are intriguing.

The House Party Dream.

I am at a party at my own home, which is very rare. Those in attendance are just my mom(in the kitchen) and two female friends of mine. My room is higher than the others, like a stage or something, upstairs. Me and one of the female friends from school are sitting together, and her friend is standing in front of us. This goes by very fast. Then i am looking into a bigger version of my sister's small rectangular room with the lights out, looking for the friend i was sitting with. She makes me hide with her. I felt as if she was suspicious of someone hurting us, but this was a false alarm. I feel this was connected with the dream i had about 20 minutes later after waking up and going back to sleep, the next one i'll write about.

The Santa Claus Dream.

I am at lunch in the middle school. The tables are very close together, and it is crowded. An obnoxious peer of mine who i need not name walks behind me and says something funny. He bends down and i put my arm around the back of his neck and try to slam him onto the table(all in good fun, of course). Then he overpowers me, grabs my leg, and starts swinging me around over his head. Kids who i am flying over are repeatedly saying, "This is awkward". And then, once i am down on the ground, the lights go out(not pitch black or that dark, it is daytime outside), and some party-type lights come on. Then a loud boom. Me and Kim look to the end of the room, and there is a big green stage, with a guy in a monkey suit dancing around, who I believed to have come out of the ceiling. It's sortof a pep rally type thing. Then he unzips his costume, and low and behold, it's Santa. Not just any Santa. The Santa from the 1959 Mexican movie Santa Claus, which is hilariously torn apart by Mystery Science Theater 3000 for being so creepy. Here is a picture.

Yes, i know. He's the scariest Santa you could ever imagine.

Anyways, so here's Santa Claus doing a pep rally on stage in my lunchroom. He tells us that he's having some kindof big event or party or fun activity center event at his place. So, naturally, all the kids want to go, because that ISN'T the creepiest thing you could here from somebody. So, me, Nick, and Colton are all going to this place. We go to the high school and pass big dirt hills and just kindof playfully run while Nick jokes about how Santa might be a creeper. We arrive at his home. It is mainly just a moderately big house that resembles my Aunt Jane's, with like a barn as a basement that is open and you can enter from outside. Now, there's a part where i'm completely blank on. I'm pretty sure he starts killing kids, which would be the worst part of the dream, but it wasn't in my dream and i only had knowledge of it happening while i was at his house. Nick and Colton are gone at this point. So, there was just this huge part of my dream where we get there and he makes us work, and i think he either hurts or kills a couple kids. (funny, he makes kids from all continents and countries work in his toy shop in that Satanic Mexican movie). Then, he is sitting in the barn on a wooden box while the kids are out in the snow watching him from the big doors on both sides of the barn. We are basically surrounding him, for he has something to tell us. He gives us an ultimatum. He said if we work hard and do good, we will not die by the end of the day. Me, being a downright genius, i start booking it from the back of the house, through the snow to the sidewalk, take an extra long route to my home so he can't find me, and arrive at my house. (the running part was the scariest, i was on the run from someone who wanted to kill me, and i had to run as fast as i could so he couldn't catch up). So, i start telling my mom(in my dream) what happened at school and what happened at the Santa Claus home. She believed me, i think, but just didn't do anything. And then, our house changes. It's very large, with two garage doors, very nice panelling on the side of the house, a big spotlight in the driveway, and it's just an overall huge, beautiful house. It is on a moderately long street with many other houses like it, but none have lights on except us. On the side of our house is a door that you can go straight into the kitchen with. My brother, my mom, and some other relative are all joyfully cooking dinner together. I start walking down the street, making sure Santa isn't still looking for me. In the middle of the street, it branches off on a short road, then cuts into another long road, parallel to mine. Bird's eye view of housing plan: |--|. So, i start approaching the turn onto the short connecting street. I shine my flashlight down, and there is no house lights on our any car lights or anything in sight. So, i walk back. Now, in the that stupid Mexican movie, Santa has trinkets and things to hear what kids say on Earth(he lives in a space castle), what they do, what they are dreaming, and where they are. In my dream, he has a little LED light that shines very brightly, and has that blue tint to it. Anyways, i start walking down the street again, and reflecting off of the side panelling to one of the houses that is on the corner of the main street and sideways street, is blue glare. I see blue glare on every house, growing closer and brighter. And then, i walk all the way down, and there he is, in the night, with his little blue light, and he exclaims, "Haha! There you are, i found you with my little blue light!" in a very jolly voice. (if you saw the MST3K movie, you'd know how he would say that. I scream at the top lungs like a little girl and run all the way home. I yell to my family to help, but of course, they do not hear anything i say, despite me screaming in their faces. Then, he is outside, and for some reason, i gather up strength to throw Santa through the door into the kitchen, and he flops down like a rag doll. And then i beat him up and throw him on the stove and start beating him. As i beat him, he begins turning into some slightly burnt cheddar cheese that looks like it was on the grill. Then, i pick the piece of Santa-shaped cheese and yell, "YOU SUCK!" to the cheese and throw it in the trash can. Then, i lay down on the couch, and exclaim, "Mom, it was just so scary, he was trying to kill me!"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sBAkX8vWflY

The Father And Dog Dream.

There is a new attachment to my home. It is a large rectangular garage-looking room, filled with junk and trash and things to be put in a garage. My former girlfriend's mother and step-father have recently started moving in to my house, for no specific reason. Some of their stuff is in this room. The room is dimly lit with one lightbulb in the ceiling, with white walls and concrete floors. There are only two doors. One leading into the house through the back, and one leading outside. They are both wide open. The one leading outside is seemingly a lot larger than the other. It is close to evening. My friend Kim's father is sitting somewhere in the middle of all the junk on the floor, huddled up with her family's dog, Buddy, a german shephard. He is crying, and exclaiming his discomfort and oppositions about putting down the dog by shooting it. Someone is making him do this, and he is not happy about it. I presume the idea was from the book i recently read, Of Mice and Men, where an old man's dog is shot by a fellow worker after the worker convinces the old man to agree that the dog is doing himself no good by living. I believe it was Kim's father because while reading the book, i imagined the worker as Kim's father.

The Peanut Butter Sandwich Dream.

I am riding on a school bus(which i never ride to school on) with some older people who don't even go to school that i don't know and only one peer I am familiar with. She is a young lass with a snarky sense of humor. For whatever stupid reason, i need to get jelly to apply to my peanut butter sandwich for lunch. Instead of going home, i have the driver visit my female classmate's house. When we arrive, it is merely my grandmom's house. And this classmate's mom is my mom, but i do not address her as such. I asked her permission to borrow the jelly and return it later. So, after for what felt like hours, i came back to the bus, and received many insults and remarks from my fellow bus riders for taking so long. Then we drove at night over this very large bridge to a brightly lit city to deliver the jelly somewhere, or go to school.

The Old Car Dream.

I have my driver's license. I am in a very old, long and narrow Lincoln(car). It has a very poor paint job. I am driving myself and Nick towards Kim's house. I am on the road heading towards Redner's and O'Grady's. I turn at French Creek up the very steep hill. Except it is more like a cliff in this dream. It resembles the road going up to the North Side to the right of the High Bridge in Downtown. We go under the tressle crossing over us and turn an immediate right and enter a small parking lot in a clearing of a forest at the top of this cliff. The parking lot is in back of Kim's house, which resembles an abandoned fast food restaurant. There is windmills and clothes-hanging poles and stuff like that in the backyard, beside the parking lot. We enter Kim's house. Once again, it is very trashy, musty, and broken. The upstairs has a dark and dirty laundry room. Kim's mom yells at me for being upstairs. I see Kim in her bright and clean room with sliding doors illuminating the room with the light outside. She is on her laptop. She sees me and she gets up, and we talk. I start driving back home with Nick and realize i will be pulled over for being too young to drive.

The Masked Murderer Dream.

(circa 1999, or so. probably my first memorable dream) It is Halloween night. My brother dares me to take a walk around the blog at a very late time when no one is outside. I am wearing a denim jacket. I walk down the block, and around to sidewalk going back to the street behind mine. The street inclines much higher than the real road. An old couple passes by, confused at my appearance. I reach the corner of the top of this sidewalk. I hear noises. I turn around, facing the bottom of this road. There is a streetlight highlighting the bottom corner of the sidewalk, down the hill. I believe my brother is coming. I am excited, so i jump up and grab a metal pole above me and slide down half way. Instead of my brother, it is a dark, slim figure with a black cloth wrapped over his head and stretched down as a cape around him. He has a knife. He runs very fast up towards me. He catches me. He wraps me in white cloth. He puts me into his pick-up truck and then stabs me.

The Savannah Cliff Dream.

I am in a very wide open desert-type area. It is dry. It is just dirt for miles. Bright blue sky. There is an old, small, dark mansion, facing the opposite of the sun's light from behind. Inside, it is my friend Kimberly's house. It is very messy, not to reflect her actual home in real life. Things are torn down, things are pushed around. It is very dirty. I am talking to the landlord on the phone about a problem with the house. The mansion is on the edge biblically deep but thin crack/canyon in the ground. On the other side of this canyon is many dry dirt mountains where Zebras and other Savannah-type animals run around and roam. Keep in mind, this is all i see. Just dirt forever and ever on each side of this empty canyon. It was very realistic, looking out beyond this canyon and seeing these small, sun-emblazened dirt hills with grass and rocks and animals. Not to mention, Kim and her one baby sister were in this house.