Maybe I shouldn't go camping...
I had such a vivid dream last night and it has stuck with me all day, thought I'd share it...
I was camping in a lush, tropical looking forest. An unknown male friend of mine was there and our tent was a twin bunk bed with a cover thrown over it. There was a steep bank right in front of our tent and I spotted a turtle on it and then we found this dead alligator that was limp and floppy. I got an ominous feeling when I picked up the alligator. Around the base of the bed, I noticed several grey kittens. They were hungry and we fed them, laughing at how hungry they were. Small children also started showing up wanting food and we fed them too. After a few minutes, I looked up and there was a man who appeared to be a tribal leader. He was angry and ushered all the children and kittens away, up the bank, back to their village, I guess. He kept three young women with him, though, and my friend and I knew he was going to kill them as a warning to us, even though they were of his own tribe. The friend and I cowered under the cover on the top bunk and waited, holding each other. Then I could feel the finger of the tribal leader writing a warning message on the blanket we were beneith. I knew he was writing it in the blood of the girl he had killed.
There is definately day residue in this dream. I have been talking with friends about camping out soon and my boyfriend and I just adopted two grey stray kittens that were malnurished. Other than that, it's just weird.
In the same night, I also dreamed that I made "Tennessee Racing Cookies" (??) Hahaha!
Well, hope this entertained someone!
-Jessica Marie