I dreamt that I was in a dungeon. I was directing a children's camp there with Tim and Sue Matteson.
I chased the kids around the damp stone corridors, the torture devices, and the stoves, having fun all the while. Nobody seemed to pay attention to the setting.
At one point, one child cried out that the big red ball had been lost, so I spent a long time searching for it. We found nothing.
Finally, Tim Matteson returned to the dungeon (he had gone to buy groceries), and I asked him if he could locate the ball. He found it in less than a minute.
Then I awoke.
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