Camp out

Date: 1/16/2026

I agreed to go on a sort of trip with a group to camp out. Right away I felt uncomfortable. We all took buses I think and I didn’t seem to know anyone. There was a Russian guy who was not very friendly. He had a collection of CDs that included some burned playlists. A couple of the CDs I recognized as CDs I’d previously borrowed from a friend and returned. I thought I must have borrowed the CDs from the friend who themselves had borrowed from this guy, and they eventually made their way back to the original owner. I remember one of the CDs I had for like 2-3 years, so it was funny to see them again now having made there way back to their original owner. I started telling the guy about it, but he had no interest in listening to me. It took a very long time to get to where we were going. It seems like we even had to switch vehicles at some point, from one bus to another. I felt very alone. I didn’t know hardly anyone, it seemed, and no one was talking to me. Other people had friends they were sitting with, but I was alone. I think I remember Katrina was on the bus, but she was siting with someone else, Tyler I think. I ended up falling asleep. When I woke up I found that we had arrived at our destination, but that everyone had gotten off the bus already, and no one bothered to tell me. I went to grab my stuff and I noticed that I had several suitcases that would be impossible for me to transport by myself. I decided to put one or two of the suitcases inside a bigger rolling suitcase, so that all I had to do was pull the rolling suitcase to transport my things. Strangely, the large rolling suitcase was almost entirely empty so this was easy to do. I had to walk a bit to get to the campsite. I found that everyone else had already paired up and picked a tent. Even Katrina had paired up with some strange guy. Apparently, her husband Tyler had decided not to stay and found a way to leave, so now she was with this guy, which made me sad, and I have to admit, jealous. The idea of sleeping in a tent alone with Katrina was so enticing and my disappointment was intense. I think Gretchen was there too, and she had also found someone else to tent with. At this point I was pretty upset and I sort of wandered around agitated. I noticed there were tents everywhere already up for anyone to use, so I found a tent away from everyone and just decided to put my stuff in there. I started walking around looking for something to do. Everyone else had split into pairs or groups to play games, dance, or talk. It felt like I wasn’t welcome to join anyone. I started noticing horses an other animals were everywhere. Then I walked through an area where dead horses, and parts of dead horse were piled up. At some point I became sort of boxed in between a fence, horses, and a group of donkeys. I didn’t want to approach the donkeys because they seemed agitated, so I tried to scale the fence. Some guy saw me doing this, and said I couldn’t, so I carefully made my way around the donkeys. Then I noticed I had lost a shoe, so I focused on trying to find it. I started noticing more and more disturbing piles of dead animals. Horses, both dead and alive, seemed to be everywhere. At some point I was with Gretchen and we watched a stream of large rodents running out of an enclosure. The rodents all had large holes ringed in blood on their bodies some reason, which was disturbing. I still couldn’t find my missing shoe, so I returned to the area where I’d left my stuff in a tent, only to find that all the tents in the area had been disassembled and were laying on the ground. I was unable to tell which tent had been mine, and I could not locate my shoe. During this time I was having intense feelings of dread, frustration, and isolation. I was very sad that Katrina seemed uninterested in me, even irritated at my presence. I really just wanted to leave, but I couldn’t figure out how to do that.