most of it evaporated. here’s what I remember.

very animated dreams of using a machete on a jungle hike. Steamy, verdant, thick landscape.. somewhere in South America I think. My sweetie, my brother and a few friends were all there.. we were going to set up camp once we found a river, but we couldn’t seem to find it. Something moving in the bushes, and we shot at it for a reason that now escapes me.

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