Camping

Date: 4/4/2019

I was at a house I didn’t recognize but I’m pretty sure it was my house. Phil was there, along with two other guys that were a bit older. We were going camping that day, so Phil drove his car up there and the two older guys were in his car. I drove my car with no one else inside. The rest of that day is a blur, but the next morning Phil and I woke up early and started packing up. He got fully packed and left. I waited around and I didn’t see those other two guys. We were near a beach on a cliff, and I went to the edge. For some reason I got the idea those two guys had tried to push Phil down a hill that wasn’t off the cliff, and would’ve been survive-able. I looked over a part of the hill that would’ve been un-survive-able if someone fell down it. At the bottom of this hill, at the bottom I saw the two guys. I freaked out and ran down to the bottom. The guys were inside their tents sleeping fine, and there was a homeless man sleeping without a tent next to them. Me walking there woke them up and they got out of their tents and put padlocks on their tent zippers. They walked with me to my camping stuff, that was also the main area with the fire pit and helped me take down my tent. Then time flashed forward a little bit and I was driving my car home with no one else inside. I drove all the way back to my hometown that looked like Windsor, and I remembered while at a stop light those two guys were still up at the campsite and I left them. There was a cop car near me and I had to let it pass before I turned around. I started driving back but stopped at my “house” first. I went in and went to my room that looked a lot like the guest room at grandmas house in Laporte. I realized then I didn’t have my phone, because it was in my room. I picked it up nervous to see missed calls from the guys and Phil. However, there were only 3 missed calls and voicemails from Dave. I listened to one and he said he was going to call the cops on some people at the mall. But for some reason I already knew the story, so I disregarded it. I walked out of the house and tried finding my car, and realized I parked far away and couldn’t find it. A white cat started following me and it wouldn’t leave me alone. So it walked with me until I found my car blocks away. I got in my car and started driving back to the campsite, and it was nighttime by now and I felt very sorry for leaving those two guys up there.