There are two scenes I remember at all well, which both were by lakes, and they are
- a bunch of friends/schoolmates, I think, and I were at a cabin to the west of a lake, and there was a really quite steep grassy slope with some trees and rocks going from the cabin down to the lake, and the lake bed beyond the shoreline continued the sharp slope for the most part. It was a gray, cool, blustery, overcast day. Some people were planning to go swimming, myself among them, but one had to be careful on the climb down to the water.
- I was at a low, rustic house in Finland, on some sort of moor, no other settlement visible anywhere, again on a gray blustery day, but maybe closer to twilight, and again there was a lake, again I think to the east, or maybe southeast, a bit of distance from the house. There was a point at which the family who lived in the house were in one of the rooms talking with an architect (maybe me, not sure) about altering a drawer within a built-in cabinet area — moving its position — and they had the cabinet laid out horizontally in the middle of the room like a table. Later I saw the cabinet, the work finished, in its normal location in the mudroom. I was going to use the house’s sauna and dip in the lake.