July 25, 2011
I dreamed I was going white water rafting with some cousins, my immediate family, my theatre teacher, and the tech supervisor for my high school's stage tech class. We were trying to go down the river, but lots of people were fishing and swimming, so the going was slow. Eventually we got through the crowds, and ended up in a calm part of the water. We were all pretty tired, so we agreed to stop and camp for the night. My parents tried to sign in for the campsite, but the person at the rangers' station informed them that the site was full. Not to be deterred, the tech supervisor went back up and declared that because he was of Native American blood, we knew the truth of the campsite. According to him, the camp name used to mean "all people", until the rangers renamed it. Under this strange logic, he demanded that we get a campsite, and too confused/timid to dispute this faulty logic, the guy gave us a site.
