It was a nice place, by any standard. The furnishings were all top quality. The living room had an excellent view of the ocean.The problem was that it...had an empty kind of feel to it. It had been a while since Sally and she had spent a night there doing things that young women do when having a slumber party. The only other visitors there had been family or staff. In terms of good times enjoyed there, there just weren’t that many.It wouldn’t be difficult to sell the place. She didn’t know how. This had been the first time since our little encounter in the fort. Just like the first time she kissed me out of the blue like that I asked “What’s that for?”. “Just because.” Yeah I knew she was full of shit. “No really, what’s up?” “well”, sitting down as if this might take a while “After we fooled around in fort, and after our nap (with a small smirk), I went home and sat in my room for a bit. I started thinking of course about what had happened earlier. After about an hour I went in and. "The people who died in that house own the property the camp was built on. Rumors have it, they're buried in the cemetery on the other side of the lake." So what?" Steve said."The camp reminds them that they are no longer alive," John said. "That's why it is said that their ghosts haunt that house across the lake every summer. They watch over the camp like they did when they were alive." Ghosts?" The word made Steve burst into laughter. "No kid in their right mind would believe such a story.". I have to be in the same mind frame to relive an experience. Some call it a photographic memory! Despairing of remembering all that I was learning in the dream world I accessed a sleep learner switch to record my dreams. Svetlana moved in her sleep and I adjusted. Calgary and her cubs—and Kimba, the albino lion—shifted as well. Why was that?AI Ramses let me know that it was time to wake up, a silent alarm clock. As I swam through the layers of consciousness the animals on my sleep pad woke up.