The dream I had last night started off with my neighbors, Nick, and I camping. We were in the middle of a beautiful wooded area that was surrounded by some really weird tar looking swamps which smelled horrible. Why camp there? I will get into it a little later as it was not made clear to me until later. I remember I kept getting aggravated with Nick because he had brought this tent that did not shut all the way so bugs were able to get in.... And in addition, he had brought his very small air mattress for us to sleep on and kept taking up the whole thing so I got to sleep on the floor.
I got a phone call from a friend of mine who needed a ride to work. I decided I did not want to stay in the tent anymore so decided to head out to the Halloween party she was currently at. Upon my arrival I noticed the majority of the people there were old friends of mine from high school. When knocking on the door, I started to get a creepy feeling a clown would be opening the door... Thanks to my understanding on being in a dream, I changed that someone into something else a little less creepy. It was nice... I found the lady I was supposed to give a ride and started to head out on our way. Before we left, I told everyone I would be back to catch up and see how everyone was doing. For some reason I only had a bike, so my friend was riding on the back. We had to go through all these crazy looking farmers fields to get to where she needed to be.
We finally arrived at her work and she went inside. I stared to bike my way back towards the Halloween party when I decided to take a short cut near the tar swamps. I switched my clothes into a tinkerbell costume I had randomly had for some reason and started on my way once more. I ended up taking a turn too quickly and hit some sort of bump which jolted me into the air towards one of the tar swamps. I landed on the side holding onto some roots that were sticking out of the dirt to try and not fall in. A Native American man showed up not too much longer and told me to not be afraid of the tar, that is was a magical substance and would only help me. He said to let go of the roots and let myself fall in along with my bike, and the tar would carry me where I needed to be.
I ended up back in the tent laying next to Nick who suddenly woke up asking me where I had been and why I was covered in dirt. I had explained to him what had happened when he told me to clean up so we both could go back to the party and hang out for awhile.
Then I woke up... Boooooo
The tinkerbell costume I had on was just like this one, except green on the top half, black on the bottom.
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