Dinosaur Island

Date: 6/20/2019

So there was this massive island that was close to my house in the dream that everyone nicknamed dinosaur island but absolutely no one went to because they were scared. One day 3 of my friends in the dream and I decided to swim to the island and we didn’t tell a soul we planned on going. We packed some equipment but didn’t go to overboard cause we had to swim there. Once we got to the island everything was prehistoric is was insane, nothing looked like modern day. We walked up on the beach and decided to keep going further onto the island into the light jungle. Eventually a rope trap went off and one of my friends was caught in it and he went flying up unable to escape. Then crazy caveman like people charged us with spears. Somehow we got our friend out and ran for it. After running for some time we found their small village and I can’t remember how/ why they let us in but they did. They spoke English which was odd. We stayed with them for what felt like weeks learning what we could about the island. One day there was this massive feast with a platter of meat that was shaped like a dragons head. The chief said him and a select few go out once every year and hunt “the beast” (Dragon) and bring it back to his people. He also talked about another group of people, they were a long small but they worshiped the dinosaurs and were obsessed with the Trex. For what ever reason my friends and I thought we should prove to the tribe that we should be the select few to go on the hunt. So we do a bunch of jobs and hunts to prove that we were the best and that it would be foolish not to take us. It worked and we were all chosen for the hunt. Then later that night my friends and I walked into the mud hut where we all ate and for whatever reason there was a tv and everyone else in the tribe was in there watching it, then they all looked to us. There was a website pulled up and it showed a picture of all of us. Missing and Presumed Dead was the title. They all had angry looks on their faces and charged at us with their spears. We all bolted back towards the beach maneuvering through the trees as fast as we could. We were scared for our lives they were screaming like apes and gaining on us. We eventually all split up and planned to leave the island and swim home. I eventually made it home with one of my friends and went to his house. His Dad was like “Holly shit we thought you were dead”. It turns out we were gone for almost an entire year. Later that night my friend said “Hey remember that really old show of that scientist that would always go out to Dinosaur island and film” “Ya, didn’t he like go missing there or something” I said “Ya” he said in a sad voice, and we left the mystery like that. I’m pretty sure all my friends made it back from the island but I’m not 100% sure cause o woke up. But this trailing was and incredible dream, it was just so vivid and long.