the “other” pyramid dream wasn’t one, exactly. one was of the sandy beach and pyramids on the northern lakeshores. then there was this one i had on the trip (i completely overlooked it when i wrote up my dreams the other day):
ok, now that i’ve looked at my notes i’m thoroughly confused. its possible i’m confusing some of this with a previous dream, so say so if any of you recognise it (it would have been very recent). j and i were building a (sort of pyramid shaped) mound and a low platform inside the house out of dirt. my family came by and distracted the project and next thing i looked they had sneaked in and “helped” build it about five times as large as we’d intended and had scooped up a great amount of the back yard to add to the pile. i had to ask them to stop.
we ended up outside, where the yard was now made up of large rolling green hills. we walked on the grass, which was mashed down beneath several inches of standing water, making the grass pretty and swirly beneath, so technically i guess we were walking on water. i slipped and slid down one of the hills, laughing.
we heard rescue equipment approaching and watched from the yard as fire trucks and ambulances and big dump trucks all came racing down the narrow road and too fast into the sharp s curve out front. finally one truck didn’t make it and slipped into a sinkhole that opened along the road edge in our front yard. some of us ran to help the driver, some ran to call for help.