Some sunny winter rural landscape with red barns next to the road that was England but was actually probably Norway and our driver got car-jacked by a man with a "shotgun" but the barrel of which, pressed against the driver's side window as he stared at it, frozen, looked more like the tip of an AK. Don't know why we were driving through the English countryside; I may have been hitching + ariadnae may have been involved. Oh, yeah, we were, because we were having awesome sex while my old roommate Garrett was showering + we were hoping her shower wouldn't end so we wouldn't be heard. Oh, and maybe emu was in the dream; the house's walls were white, not wood, but, yeah, there was something about a train that took me out there + talking to some Norwegian abt wanting to paint it.

Then there was some newsstories about debris on the tracks on BART... in the Atlantic? which was also conflated this story about submarines in the Atlantic, and you'd think shit would be chill out there, 'cause we're at peace with Europe, but not really - there's still territorial disputes. Conflated with guys up in the north like near Sweden/Finland/Norway but also an island but also somehow, like, territory contested between the U.S. and Germany, and guys building cabins + stuff. Like Iceland was Svalbard but also Antarctica.