The first night...

...I had the CRAZIEST dream.

As most dreams do, it started off with nothing too out of the ordinary. Me and two friends were hiking in a forest. We were going down a trail when we crossed a meadow and decided to stop and get a drink of water. We stopped, put our packs down and got out our water-bottles. And then, I started hallucinating. I'm not talking the-grass-turned-a-different-color types of hallucinations. I'm talking the my-water-bottle-is-talking-to-me-about-politics types of hallucinations. However, my water-bottle wasn't talking talking to me. I saw a bear coming out of the woods we had just come from. One of the dancing, Grateful Dead bears nonetheless. He just moseyed on over to me. And of course, I started freaking out. HEY GUYS LOOK AT THIS BEAR. But it was a hallucination, so they couldn't see it. They finished their water and started getting ready to go. The bear winked at me and then continued in the opposite direction. I woke up shortly after that.

Well, that's what I get for listening to Porcupine Tree before going to bed.