A rock path above a river. A kind of cliff to the left, and below, the river running into the rocks. There is a lonely haunted atmosphere.
I think I am with Alice. We have been here for a while - there is the feeling of some kind of scientific project we are part of? A feeling we are leaving.
The river below flows over some kind of concrete square - I see things washed over it, including an action man.
The narrow path we are on leads to a dead-end. There is water flowing along the path as well. At the end of the path is some kind of fan. I push the water along with my foot to make the fan fall into the water. It does n on t, but I feel the power of the water and am glad it is not deeper.
I want the fan to fall down into the river but it feels wrong to do this on purpose.
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