Deep Jungle

I woke up at a quarter to 7am after being woken up by my father halfway through the dream.

The dream scene this time is held deep inside a jungle.

I was with a group of passengers in a small car travelling on a narrow paved road in the middle of a dense jungle. The sides of the road are filled with wild trees and bushes. We passed an area where many yellow butterflies flew out from the bushes from the right side of the road to the left side. It seems that a group of farmers are chasing these pest butterflies away from their crops using a method they called "hallucinating". Hey, dreams seldom makes sense you know.   

The car turned into a smaller path and climbed the stairs. I know, I know, cars don't climb stairs but this is just a dream. The driver asked 2 of us to go out and lead the car up the stairs. So I went up with someone else to climb up the stairs to lead the car up. The stairs are covered in thorny vines and roots which the driver asked us to be careful and not step on them. A wound cut from these venomous thorns is enough to lethally injure us. I carefully watch where I place my foot trying my best not to step on one. Unfortunately, one of my foot stepped on a large one and my shoe was punctured. Luckily the thorn did not pierce my foot sole.

We finally reached the top where there is a paved road and waited for the car to arrive. While waiting, we saw a stair leading into a basement. The walls are white but it looks like this place has not been cleaned for a some time. I even found a small brown spider in it's web near the entrance.

Suddenly, a dark-skinned man came down the basement and was shocked to see us. He is from the jungle tribe that dwells in this forest. He told us that our car was ambushed and captured. If the both of us were found out, we might be captured too. He then thought of a plan to save us. He said that their tribal leader was expecting an American visitor to do some business. If we disguise ourselves as those visitors, we might be considered as friends and will not be harmed.

That tribal man kind of looks like this

So he invited us to the guest room and let the both of us be seated. He asked us to smoke to act like their American visitors. My friend who sat on my right hand side has a cigarette to smoke while I do not have one. Instead I took out something from my pocket which looks like a cigarette and pretend to smoke.

The leader (also dark skinned and bald) came in smiling at sat in front of us. He also took out a cigarette to smoke. Before we could begin our conversation, I woke up.