Weird Dreams

I blame ljdq.

See, awhile back, I didn't used to have (or, at least, to remember) any of my dreams, and then I said so in an answer on one of their quizzes. Look where it's gotten me!

First ... and this all happened last night, mind ... first, I have a relatively innoculous dream in which I give my sister's rabbit some pieces of apple. Admittedly, I accidentally called the first piece "lettuce", but the dream itself isn't too strange.

But the last one!

Apparently I'm at some sort of summer camp. We leave our dorm. I was in a triple – not too unusual a circumstance, except that the dorm looked more like the coach buses that ferried me to Scout camp than like dorms, even down to having overhead compartments (although the actual 'rooms' looked more like booths in old railroad cars, a la A Hard Day's Night) – and I was out somewhere unmemorable with my two roomies. Well, on the way back, we see all these fire trucks and fire alarms ....

Wait. Sledding. We were out sledding. And I think for some reason I was female instead of male, as were my two roommates. In fact, I remember that we were all on a tobaggon going down a long slope towards the woods, and one of us three said that they weren't supposed to be. Then, we tried to stop by turning perpendicular to the slope, and ended up hydroplaning across some mysterious pond. This part actually happened twice: the first time, the pond was water (but we crossed successfully); the second time, the pond was ice (which broke, but we crossed successfully anyway); and the third time, we didn't try turning horizontal at all, so something else happened altogether (hence the "twice" instead of "thrice", above). So, continuing the third time above, we plowed through the woods (which were remarkably dense with two-inch [five-centimeter] diameter trees, and lacking in any other kind of tree), managed miraculously not to hit anything (and I remember remembering it being miraculous), and stopped ourselves by catching hold of the side of a house.

After we'd all disembarked, I noticed that the house was some kind of portable house (I thought "mobile home", but it looked more like a standard house), and proved this hypothesis to myself by lifting it and carrying it several feet. Then we started walking home.

Well, on the way back, we see all these fire trucks and fire alarms. Also, we saw some rattlesnakes. Also, some animals on fire, one of which (a rat, I think) I 'encouraged' to stop, drop, and roll.

Then, once we finally get back to our dorm, we look in the window ... no. My roommates (who had changed gender back at some point, unless I actually was sledding with other people and they swapped places while I was carrying the house around) went inside, and I went outside (thinking that I shouldn't walk in a building that was on fire) and looked in the window. Anyway, my room had apparently been destroyed in an explosion starting from the overhead compartment – there was a hole in the bottom of the compartment. Then I remembered that the overhead compartment was where my laptop (in its backpack) had been. I immediately began contemplating how I would recreate my webcomic bookmarks.

Then I woke up, and it was 7:50.

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P.S. I know I was supposed to make a (real-life) summer camp report – it'll be here, I promise....