dream

Some friends and I were driving to Evansville after some things happened that I cannot remember. We drove through a swamp, at the edge of which, were the water truly began, was a causeway. It was a rather new causeway, and strange, too, as it was curvy and twisty, rather than straight. As we neared the edge of the swamp, we stopped. We exited the car to have a look around. It was quite a beautiful swamp, as these things go, and we saw large green frogs everywhere, some as big as dogs. I was a little creeped out by this, as I generally don't like slimy things, but they seemed benign and content to just sit and do frog stuff. We could see Evansville across the water. There was a building that looked like an art deco government building, tallish and thin. I knew that it had been recently built. It exploded. I commented, 'Did they build that just to blow it up?' 'Yeah,' someone answered, 'I think it was for a movie.' Evansville's downtown was a lot more developed than in actuality. We continued into Evansville, and as we did, I said, 'You know, the one thing I've never liked about Evansville is the architecture. It is so bland.' There were murmurs of agreement from around the car.