matt_doyle

I dreamed about a yakuza syndicate and a gang of street kids fighting for territory inside a mall. When I (on the side of the street kids), went a little too far, I was sent to lay low with some friends at a nature preserve full of snakes and tigers. When a hurricane began to bear down on us, and retreat was cut off by approaching yakuza, I first tried to text for help; but then teamed up with the generous older couple who ran the preserve (and had their own past full of sordid secrets). After we barricaded the door, I woke up.

There was also an earlier dream, fiilled with metaphysics and cyberspace travel, but the details elude me.