Likely Dreaming | Exploring Dreams & Sleep

I had a dream where I went camping with two of my best friends, but it ended up feeling kind of anxious and bizarre.

I was going camping with two of my friends. Jack, a good friend of mine, wouldn’t give up a knife he had, which made me uneasy — especially since he was planning to do drugs.

For some reason, I was carrying a bunch of really thin wooden sticks or splinters. I was oddly protective of them and thought Jack had taken them at some point, but later I found them again somewhere.

The setting shifted a bit, and I was getting ready to sleep next to my other friend, Daniel. There were “rooms” filled with people already asleep in crappy bunk beds. The so-called rooms were big holes dug into the ground in the middle of a forest.

Daniel and I climbed around and over the bunk beds, moving from one room to another, until we found a spot for ourselves. Our room was a deep pit like the others, but in its mud walls there were narrow alcoves carved out, each with a mattress inside. That’s where we were about to sleep.