I was out in a large pond behind my real home. We were pouring plaster of paris in the lake (or pond) from our small rowboat, in an attempt to hasten the freezing over. Finally we realized that even though the water was completely full of plaster of paris, there would still be difficulties - for before my eyes, the water became brown cement. Buildings were still protruding thru the cement, a white church steeple and the ridge pole of a garage. In addition, the wind was blowing, and so the cement was too uneven to skate on. Interpretation I think that I am hinting to myself what "the future has in store for me."  I have freedom of movement in the boat - but I crave the security of firmer ground - so I try to make this water firmer - thru plaster of Paris.  When I can & do get what I am seeking - that security - it may be firmer than I wish - already formed, wlth the irrevocable ridges that the wind made - and the other sides of my personality as hopelessly enmashed as the church & garage.  Currently I am considering marriage - but I am afraid of the independence I needs surrender.  A girl in my dorm was working with Plaster of Paris that night. Answers to questions 1. I was not alone - but who, I don't know.2. Amazed at the transition to cement3. Participant4. Pleasant5. This pond - I have never skated on it - Naturally, there are no buildings on it such as the two I saw coming thru the cement6. No.7. The white church spire had a stained glass window; The cement was brown; The water was originally quite blue