we were in New England, in one of the wilder parts of Maine. actually, it was the Maine Coxswain (the term being used consistently throughout the dream to mean protectorate) which was physically between what is currently the state of Maine and Nova Scotia.

we were walking down a path in a lightly wooded area. the man I was with stated his brother was taking over the entire Coxswain. then he explained further that his brother was an artist and had been painting the local landscapes in incredible detail. since this area was a newer acquisition for the United States it was good someone was doing so. my view in the dream became superimposed with a slighly smaller perspective that only captured the oulines of the hills and the blooming portion of the flowers; the view was like the superimposed automapping function in computer games like Diablo. the man explained that even what I saw was 5000 brushstrokes. so his brother's work was really going to take over.

we continued walking and came to a picnic area. then there was a time shift and it becamse after I had participated in a medium size picnic. I was now leaving with the man and my dog was with us. I think it was crosby but maybe not. the dog was large male and black & tan.

we were full and the dog had gotten himself into the beer. we walked along a path that curved gently to the right along the foot of a hill. I noted the hillside to the left was terraced with picnic-table nooks with barely a foot's width of pretty trample grass or gravel between them. I thought to myself how overpopulated the world was and here is this picnic ground bearing silent testimony to it.

the dog had to poo. we came to this strange round hole in the ground with a cover like a Weber barbeque. the hole was just off the path, to the right of it. it was used to dispose of compostable picnic waste. the dog poo'd right near it. we told him he was a good dog becuase it was not a lot of effort to move the poo. then the dog went to the oval hole, and stood with just his front legs in it. he threw up. a tremendous amount; when he was done the hole was full level to the ground with dog throwup. and there he is with his fron legs still in the hole.

Yuck.

we looked at each other and started the "You get to ride with the dog" routine at each other. the dog, of course, being a dog, was quite happy to have thrown up and didn't really care at all it was all over his front legs. he came bounding to us looking for praise or confirmation he had Done a Good Thing. after all he had thrown up in the hole.

I woke up after that.