Well, yay. I've been having odd dreams, and this one I remembered.
The entire high school was on a field trip. We were in a Japanese-Gardens style place. That or on one heck of a nature hike. Everybody is going on a clearly defined path, but everything is bright, and it's a little pale.
I've gone and walked way ahead of everyone, so I realize I should head back. I put my backpack down on a rock. The rock has a flat top, is white, and is sticking out of the water running in a stream by the path.
When I've reached the group, found one of my best friends, and am generally having a good time, my backpack floats towards us in the river. I think: Oh crap! And grab it when it's close to the shore. What's wierd is, it's TOTALLY empty, and was unzipped.
For some reason, my friend knows that somebody took my stuff out of it, and then I see him stealing my backpack. I take off, chasing him down to try and get it.
The next few scenes are rapid switches between totally unrelated places, like the inside of the ferry between Vancouver & the mainland. I never actually get my pack back.
Strange indeed.
 IceMagus · Sat Jun 11, 2005 @ 07:30am · 1 Comments |
