Last night I dreamed I met a girl and she was really somethin great, we hung out and fell for eachother quickly. I later visited her at her work and we just hugged and held each other, then she went back to work and for some reason I had my shoes and socks off and it took me so long to put them back on, (it seems like in dreams doing simple tasks are so difficult, if i just 'thought' to be dressed already it would have been a lot easier). So after a long hassle with putting shoes and socks on i finally left. Once outside the door I suddenly had rollerblades on flying through the middle of a forrest, the whole time I kept thinking "Why am I wearing rollerblades? I hate rollerblades!" haha, then a skateboarder appeared next to me and I was envious of his skateboard. We both came across a river crossing, it had huge boulders you could jump across to get to the other side, except about half way in the boulders went under water and it was just too difficult to get across, you'd be swept into the river. Suddenly a group of bikers showed up, I felt inferior to them. They talked about crossing and I told them there was no way. They soon dissapeared or hung out, I can't remember exactly but then I looked down from the side of the river and there were 3 bodies stuck in the mud about 10 or 15 feet below us. It was frighting so I jumped away from the boulder I was standing on. A military hilicopter then started circling us, and I was frightened even more. The skateboarder jumped down to the dead bodies and started to talk to them. Asking them when they made the river crossing and how to get across. The dead man lifted his head and said he just didn't care anymore and layed his head back in the mud to die yet again. I started leaving on the trail I came from until a group of indians showed up and "captured" us... at least thats what it felt like. It felt like whoever was in the hilicopter was the same as the indians. They had us sit in a circle and he told us a story about a huge tree we were right next to and the boulders that crossed the river. I can't remember exactly what he said but he spoke in a very elegant matter. He was oviously the chief and everyone gathered around to hear his words of wisdom. He was almost like a father figure to me at one point. I asked him if they were going to kill us and in a simpathetic expression he nodded yes. I felt very sad, I felt like these indians controlled my destiny, but he continued with his story making me feel like it was ok to die for whatever i was dying for. I remembered closing my eyes and accepting my fate, thats when I awoke. If I could get a description of what the hell this could all mean that would be awesome