Night dining

[boccaderlupo]

I dreamed I was in a forest late at night with my posse of high school friends. It was cool and autumn; this has been only one of several "night forest" dreams of late—a new, recurring environment. We were on some kind of line leading deeper into the woods, on foot, for some kind of music festival of sorts. The line stopped suddenly, and people looked about in confusion. As time wore on, we realized we were just going to be stuck there, so we set up a makeshift camp. Looking around, I realized everyone was much younger than we were, people in their 20s and 30s, all much more hip. It didn't matter. We bedded down in various ferns among the trees and told tired jokes, and began to cook up some random, found meats into various revolting dishes. But it was all right.

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I dreamed I was driving around various cliffs, pushing a small, cracked tray on which a tiny animal—something between a small rodent and a bird—rode helplessly. I was accompanied by other animals, who were rushing along with me. We were trying to get her aid. We hugged the sheer cliff face, traveling at breakneck speeds, the other animals chirping and crying out in human-like voices behind me. We arrived at a broken bridge, platforms hanging in midair over a chasm, the road resuming beyond. Without hesitation I pushed off into space. The animals behind gasped. But instead of falling, we glided across the air as if it were water and we borne in a boat, and soon all followed.