Backyard camping

Date: 3/19/2018

My platonic friend Robert and I were camping in a friend’s backyard. (I don’t know whose.) It was close to bedtime, and we were settling in. We were not in a tent, just sleeping bags. We heard noises in the night. At first we saw a kid, a young boy, make a dash through our area, as if he was being chased. Then we saw a cat run passed us, also as if being chased or hunted. Immediately following, we saw an owl fly overhead. I was impressed by its silence, and prayed it wouldn’t get its prey, which I suspect may have been that cat. Robert and I commented on each passer-by, and then lay still and got absorbed into the darkness, admiring the stars above. Waking notes: earlier in the day, I saw a boy, perhaps 10, in a camouflage outfit. His caretaker (baby sitter?) was being mean to him, belittling him, ignoring him, scolding him. I felt sorry for him. He had a video game to keep him quiet, but he was clearly bored. He “hid” behind the plant in the doctor’s office waiting room, whispering that nobody can see him. Perhaps that’s how he felt, invisible, or that he may as well have been invisible, considering the way he was treated.