Dream Journal

4-9-13 Amusement Park Adventure

Rebekah (sister) and I were in some other country in some sort of amusement park. We came upon a spinning ride that had seats above a shallow pool. I jumped in the water for some odd reason (at this time I don't know where Reb went), but the seats were spinning around and I got caught against a seat and couldn't get up. The guy in the seat wanted off because he was sick, and was leaning over and started throwing up over me. I managed to move away, but some got on me, so I dunked under water, but the water was very dirty. I finally got out with some help of the runners of the ride, and I went to the bathroom to clean off (but it was very gross and dirty). Rebekah was there and I discovered a Praying Mantis inside and picked it up (since they are my favorite), but this one started biting me a lot and I started trying to blow it off. It then flew to Rebekah and continued biting her, so we ran outside and down a walking path (it seemed we were in a town). As we walked, the mantis continued to follow us and have a biting session when it had the chance to land on us, but it flew away as we ran. We came upon a busy area that looked like a courtyard and went down to the grassy bank of a river, but a tiger came upon us from the top of the bank. I picked up a rock to show it that I would throw if it attacked, so it stopped prowling towards us and lied down next to the woods beside us. We went up the bank, (I still carrying the rock since the tiger was following us like the mantis) and we walked through the town. A policeman standing in the area saw me with the rock and I had to explain my situation. When I mentioned the mantis, the man didn't understand the word in my language and was trying to say it. Then I saw it on a bush behind the officer against the building. I pointed it out, and the mantis flew towards me, but I started shielding myself with the rock and got on my back and was kicking my legs in the air to shoo it away. It then landed on the rock I had and flapped its wings in a way that some how meant "I would get out of here if I were you." Then it flew away, and I saw the tiger now looking a bit angry and tangled prowling away from the river bank, seeming to be searching for me. I then woke up, thinking I was still holding the rock.