It was very much the setting of my yearly camping trip, but it was closer to the shore and the river was filled with roots etc of trees versus the rocky bottom. Most my friends were there. We were all just floating on whatever. Tubes, rafts, wood, other people. I was hanging on to someone else floating around alternating between messing around in the water with them and stealth splashing people with my ride. Was fun!

Two of us. That guy who keeps reappearing in my damn dreams.  The one who is extremely familiar, like a combination of very fun ones I knew or someone new. So hard to tell. (continue reading…)

For some reason this dream really intrigued me and I’m really not sure why. I usually have the strange ass adventure type dreams. This one was just a guy friend and I discussing things. Mostly fun things and other things but it was just a great time discussing shit. Oh yes, I believe drinking was involved of course.

Interesting.

Another world or time. It was a village of sorts, but much like our world today, except there was magic and swords. One of the group had become dark an evil, searching for power wherever he went. He was one of our best friends. He wore purple robes with gold design. He was after an artifact that I had. It was hiding in my apartment. He found us and the artifact as if he could sense its whereabouts. We hid in the closet, keeping quiet. He tool the artifact and left.

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