Dream

Last night I had a funny dream.

I was walking in a desert and I saw a lone camel. The camel saw me and knelt down and at the same time somehow signaled that I should get on its back. I was hesitant, but I got on the single-hump camel. I sat on the camel and it started to walk. We passed by a lake. In the middle of the desert. I thought aloud and said to the camel that perhaps we should get a drink of water there. And then the camel replied “we should drink only from running sources of water like a stream” (not verbatim, but something to that effect). I wasn’t the least surprised that the camel talked to me. After walking for a bit more, we arrived at this inn. There was a designated “parking lot” for the camel. I got down, parked the camel and entered the inn. It looked like an inn out of old Western movies – built of wood and contains a bar. I met someone in the inn. Someone I know in real life, but I don’t remember who.

And the dream ended there. How bizarre.