I have this frequently recurring dream that never changes, no matter how often I dream it. I go on a camping trip with my class, into this deep forest. Unfortunately a bear comes and slaughters everyone. My friend Dorothy and I are the only ones that stay alive… We hide in our tents. We are so afraid that we get out of the tent and start running. But unfortunately the bear catches Dorothy… I keep running. I reach a waterfall where I have to choose: either I jump off, or I end up in the bear’s stomach. In the next moment, the cliff that I’m standing on breaks off, and I wake up.


I’d like to leave everything behind and travel to a beautiful place with my friends.