"I think I got a few hours in there but I had this weird anxiety after dark. I'm not like scared of the dark or anything, it was weird."

"Oh, yeah," the teenager says, "that's the Something. Don't worry about it, it can't get you if you're careful to close the doors and windows, and we're very good about checking the tents."

"I... think I got enough sleep that things shouldn't still be this confusing?"

"Okay, so the world became really confusing seven years ago," the teenager says, "and we think you got transported forward in time or spontaneously created with inaccurate memories or something. We're going to take you to Lev and he's going to figure out what's going on and explain everything to you. It's only a day's canoe away, and you can nap in the canoe if you didn't get enough sleep last night. --One of the consequences of the confusing things is that it is really important that everyone get enough sleep."

"I can sleep in a canoe," says Rebecca agreeably. "If I was spontaneously created with all my memories why do I remember having the same baby I have?"

"I'm a farmer and a scavenger," the teenager says. "Dealing with dream emanations-- that's the kind of thing you are-- is way above my pay grade."

"Dream... emanations?"

"Weird things," the teenager says, opening the tent flaps. "Dealing with weird things is way above my pay grade."

Now that Rebecca is less sleep-deprived, she may notice that the street has mostly disappeared under a carpet of grass, all the buildings are crumbling and covered with vines and moss, three or four people appear to be napping on the sidewalk, and a waffle bar is walking merrily along the street. 

She points at the waffle bar and goes, "Bwuh?"

"The world," the teenager says, "is very very weird."

"Okay but that's a buffet table and it's walking."

"Yes. It's very convenient." As they talk, the waffle bar appears to observe them and sit down. A dozen people ranging in age from barely pubescent to midtwenties form an orderly line and take plates. "I recommend filling up, it's the only sugar you're going to get for a while."

"It's safe to eat - walking waffles?"

"Yep! They're really tasty too." 

"If you say so."

She loads up her waffle with chocolate and strawberries and whipped cream.

It is, in fact, the most delicious waffle she has ever had.

Wow, can she have another? Breastfeeding, constantly walking a baby around with very few snack breaks, and catching up on sleep are all hungry work.

The waffle bar is infinitely replenishing!

Some of these fruits don't look like any fruits she has ever seen before. 

"What's up with this?" she asks, holding up a green fruit.

"The waffle bar gives you fruits that don't otherwise exist," the explanatory teenager says. "That one's safe, but you shouldn't eat one without asking someone, some of them turn you blue or make you sneeze constantly or cause you to float six inches off the ground."

She tastes the safe green fruit. "Do you ever stop? Floating or sneezing or being blue?"

"Oh, yeah," the teenager says, "they wear off in a couple hours."

The safe green fruit tastes delicious! Unfortunately, the delicious taste in question is umami. 

Weird. She will go with blueberries and maple syrup and lots of butter this time.

The waffles continue to be perfect!

...everything here is super weird and apparently this is not a routine opportunity and the other food available is not up to waffle standards so she has another half waffle with lemon and powdered sugar and then she's too stuffed for more.