(Dream from last night)
I was housesitting, but getting ready to leave and go volunteer at a nearby camp for a week. A younger girl--maybe in her early to mid teens?--who may have been related to the home owners showed up, and she was going to be there alone after I left. I fed her, or tried to, and I remember this house had a set of drawers mounted on the wall that were heated, allowing them to contain already-made mac & cheese.
The house was connected to the neighboring houses via a series of underground tunnels (don't think ordinary cellars; think Dwarf mines), and for some reason I decided to leave the house that way. Luz, an older woman who goes to school with me, and one other person undertook this journey with me. At one point we came to a ladder, which was on top of a steep set of stairs, so you kind of had the option to climb either way? Anyway, I climbed the ladder, but Luz moved a set of boxes and found a much more manageable set of stairs to ascend.
I exited the tunnels in the back yard of the original house, from the foundation of a neighboring house. The girl was in the yard, and expressed sadness that I was leaving. I decided I might as well stay the week and babysit her, since it was starting to rain and my only way to get to camp was a motorcycle.
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