Last night, my dream began in some trail/forested area. It reminded me of the Green Belt Trail in Iowa. The path was quite wide, and at times we would see people driving their cars on the trail. After going into the thick of the wooded area, we somehow ended up on a mountain surrounded by a large bay. I had the feeling I was in the Czech Republic, though there were no cues for it to be the CZ. While we were on this high cliff, someone took a photo of Sarah K. (whom I went to China with in real life) doing a handstand near the edge of the cliff. I climbed down to where the photo was taken and realized she must have been bracing herself against some rusted iron stairs.
As I beheld the view before me I noticed that the bay was thick with crocodiles. I was quite surprised, for I had already swam in the bay myself. I saw a person swimming in the midst of the crocodiles. She had a baby crocodile or turtle (fake of course) strapped to her leg, and was using it to entice the crocodiles. When one pursued her, she deftly swam off without any injury.
Soon we were back in the forest which led to this bay. As we walked the path, my companions complained of the cars which often took the trail. The trail was large enough to accommodate a single car without any shoulder. Some cars and wagons came barreling through. Then some flashy red Camaro tried to whip itself around a curve in the gravel and ended up with its nose off the road and having to back up. The driver, a white-haired mid-life crisis man, was frustrated with the lacking agility of his vehicle.
After we left that location, the dream shifted and I was suddenly in China. It was like an airport of sorts, and there were restaurants and shops around. I also ran into some of my old African-American students there. I was with Czechs or people that I knew from the Czech and we were waiting to choose at which restaurant we would eat.
While we waited in a hotel room, someone gave me a present for my birthday. It was a black poodle-schnauzer mix (or something like--it had black curly hair floppy ears). Its ears were breaded--like řízek or chicken-fried steak. One of the girls was afraid she'd harmed him because she tried to eat his ears. I cleaned off his ears and gave him a bath. It was then as if I'd scrubbed him vigorously and his ears had come off. Then I realized his ears were merely cosmetic and could be pinned on. I was so overwhelmed by the puppy, and I didn't know how to express that I'd never wanted a puppy. I was worried about how I would train it, and how I would get the puppy through customs going back to the States. Moreover, the puppy didn't seem to like me very much. Finally, at the end of the dream, the dog came and nestled itself next to my sleeping form.
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