There were a bunch of people milling about, some of us sitting around a watering hole.
Or perhaps a pool. Moreso a combination of both.
I was one of the group around the watering hole, my feet dangling over the edge.
It was like we were in a desert oasis, but behind me a distance was a wall.
More like a zoo setting, with that in mind.
There were a few people leaning against the wall as well, much like I remember recess being toward the latter years of elementary school.
And then there was a lion.
I was not initially aware of this lion.
I was talking to the person (a girl, I think?) next to me about my upcoming trek, and I was informed to wait.
She then pointed out how there was a lion by the wall behind us, back and to the left.
She said it was nothing to worry about, because he wouldn't attack us as a group, for how big we were.
But if I were to get up and leave on my own, then I would be putting myself in danger.
I glanced back, trying to be inconspicuous, and noticed that even though there were people against the wall only ten or twenty feet from the lion, he was paying them no mind.
But then one of them made as if to walk to the watering hole.
And for some reason in my dream, this person with this stupid notion was Megan Fox.
I wanted to warn her, but I never did. I'm not entirely sure why.
It was like slow-motion though, seeing if she would be fine, since the distance between the two were nominal.
But the lion was vigilant, and halfway towards us he brought her down from behind.
And no one paid mind to it.
Maybe we really were in a zoo / animal sanctuary type of setting. Maybe we were part of the "display."
There was a gap in time, but I have reason to believe that this dream was just an extension from previous.
It was still a desert setting, and we were preparing for a trip.
I think there were three of us. Me, a guy, and a girl.
We were inside a small building, getting ready.
The girl was weak, I vaguely remember talking of gout?
The guy and I were discussing how best to travel with someone else who had more experience, an elder perhaps? But we wanted it so that she would be most likely to make it there alive and as well as could be.
There was talking about hydration, and I can't remember if her condition warranted her to be highly hydrated before we left, or not at all because it would inflame her disease?
I just remember it was one of the two extremes, and I had to stop her before she chose the wrong of the two options.
I also was debating what to take, because less was better. My main contemplation was on a brown long-sleeve shirt, and green athletic shorts. And a water bottle.
I knew at the moment if I wore the shirt it would get destroyed by the end of the trip from sweat.
So to me, it made sense to start our travels in my sports bra and shorts, and my intention was to tuck my shirt into my waistband, so that when I needed it I could put it on.
I had no backpack to speak of, or any other sort of item that would help carry supplies.
I think we were expected to find supplies and other needs along the way, to forage and scout out the best options.
As hot as it was, I still loved the feeling of the sun against my skin.
This last dream, was definitely not tied in to the others at all.
Not even close.
I was at Alex's mom and stepdad's place.
I was sitting on the middle of the couch, next to another guy.
In the dream I knew him, and he kept almost putting his arm around me, but then putting it behind his head.
Like a tease, but I didn't want his arm around me.
Well I did, for the sake of comfort.
But it was the type of want, where anyone will do. I didn't need *his* arm. Just *a* arm.
So while I am sitting on this couch, next to this stranger that is not a stranger, Alex gave me a small box; a gift to open.
With a larger one to follow it.
The first one I open, and it looks similar to a pair of tweezers. They were blue at the handle area, and then at the top there was a little orb like attachment of sorts.
Alex's stepdad then asked, what is it as I just stared in silence.
I think I had an idea, but wasn't sure.
However, Alex answered nonchalantly "It's a sex toy."
Which I then felt myself blushing furiously and quickly putting the lid back on the box of said present.
I don't remember opening the second gift, but I remember the feeling of knowing it was more gifts of the same nature as the first.
And that confused me.
I did not know where I stood with Alex, and that made it no clearer.
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