Camping Killing

Date: 10/5/2016

By Windover

Reality: A couple of friends and I went camping deep in the woods, as we do often. We find our campsite nestled deep in the woods. When it came time to sleep, I dreamt. Dream: I am standing in the woods accompanied by about 6 or 7 of my closest friends. We are camping at the exact spot I was sleeping in. We all laughed and chatted aside the fire until the sound of a car engine growled from the woods. The high beams illuminated the canopy of leaves above and flickered shadows from the trees. The car pounces through the campsite and parks directly in front of us. We all silently make eye contact with the man in the vehicle and out of absolutely nowhere, everyone around me belts out screaming at eachother. It was fucking awful. They sounded like rodents squealing in an argument. The guy in the car somehow, without getting out of the car, stole all of my friends weed. The man threatened to have us executed by "the king" for its possession, and in the very moment, my good friend David snapped the man's neck in the blink of an eye. The camping trip at this point is just dead. Because now we had a dead body and a car in the woods. So I took off. I didn't want to be involved in that shit. I eventually got lost, only to be found by actor, Owen Wilson. He greeted me and brought me to the nearest Ikea store. Fin