I was at some outpost-type camp with a bunch of people. There were really old cabins set up and it started raining. The rain was really cold and we could see a mudslide coming down the mountain. I went outside to try to secure a tarp and it came down on me and I had to fight my way out from under it to avoid being swept down the side of the mountain. I finally got back inside and realized I had left my backpack outside, so I waded back out through this really deep mud and moving water and got the pack. I brought it into the cabin - I couldn't remember what was in it that was so important so I opened it up and it was full of shoes.
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I have been having really long, intense dreams lately and although I write them all down when I wake up, I am only sharing one or two a day here...
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No need to thank me.
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