i had a dream last night about tanzania. It segued from one dream, i was cuddling on a couch with i guess i would say a significant other, im not sure who it was, which is another mystery. why do we have dreams and dont know the identity of a key player? All I remember is he was very good at kissing my neck. I think I know who it was but the uncertainty is always disappointing , i would like to remember these things more clearly.
Anyways...to the point of the story. I was cuddling on the couch with john doe and oh yeah, the couch was lit in an eternal sunshine memory erasing way, sorta spotlighted. I was pulled away from the couch and went to a completely new scene. I was in Tanzania, and under a outdoor park shelter the elders and other people were there. I ran around hugging and kissing everyone and searching out those I hadnt seen yet. I remember crying out their names as I saw them and they all smiled and embraced me. it was so real, i woke up and was confused, I didnt know where I was for a second. weird. i havent dreamed about tanzania in awhile.