I was kidnapped by some guys on a speedboat. I don't know why. It took me either 3 months or 3 years to get back to the people I loved. I wasn't scarred, though. I was stronger. Maybe they kidnapped me and took me to a martial arts camp or something. I believe I managed to toss one of them in the water.
...That's all I can remember of this dream. Surprisingly, it wasn't a nightmare. Just a dream. Peaceful. There's another dream that I have from time to time.
I'm in the woods in Oregon, near the coast. The ground is raised a little, and the trees are huge and ancient and spaced well apart from one another. Sunlight streams through the canopy.
And something chases me.
I'm running, in the darkest part of the forest. There's no light where I am, but if I just turned to the left and ran twenty feet I would be hit with a shaft of sunlight. My heart is racing. I can't hear or see whatever's chasing me, but I know it's there.
And yet, I'm not afraid of it. It's almost like I'm playing tag. I don't want to be caught, and I feel a scream building in my throat, but it's a playful scream. If Whatever-It-Is catches me, it won't hurt me. Someday maybe I'll even purposefully slow down so I can see what it is.
I think it's time for breakfast. TTFN, folks.