I walked through the canyon with mom to find some kind of berry that looked like a cherry tomato. The canyon was notably more vegetated, with dense, thistly bushes on both sides of the path.

When I found the berry, I crushed it up and distilled some kind of hot drink from it that resembled hot chocolate. I sprinkled cinnamon in the cup and drank it.

I was then on a balcony in my house, overlooking the Smiths' [my next-door neighbors] yard. They were having a big Halloween party. I felt bad that I wasn't invited but then remembered that I was.