There was a dark tone throughout this entire dream – as if, the entire time, the weather was cloudy. The first thing I recall was that I was at some carnival or festival with [Alana] and [Kris]. I walked towards a cluster of trees from where [Abigail] suddenly leaped, seizing me and pulling me into the trees. I cried out for [Alana] to help me – I was being kidnapped!
[Abigail] had her arms around my waist and was carrying me like I was some living, oversized stuffed animal. She took me to the other side of the trees to a hidden land. There, we approached a river with wrecked cars […] on the shores, some still partway in the water – much [like shipwrecks]. [Abigail] proceeded to take me across the waters and we had already waded well in, up to our waists, when a crash-test dummy leaned out the window of one of the wrecked cars. He warned [Abigail] not to cross the river – that to do so would mean death. I got the impression that [Abigail] was a very valuable person in this land – a queen or a leader of sorts. [Abigail] heeded the dummy’s warning and backed out of the river with some resentment.
The next thing I knew, I think I was rescued. I was riding in the back of my mom’s car with my mother at the wheel when I saw [Alana] riding a bicycle along the side of the road. We were still in [Abigail’s] strange land but were quickly making our escape. Upon seeing [Alana], I thought, I knew she’d come to rescue me! I told my mother to stop the car and invited [Alana] in. Then I found myself in the front passenger seat and [Alana] in the back. She was smiling and happy she had a ride – glad, also, that she had found me. I asked her how she had found her way here and she told me she had crossed the river. Upon hearing this, I became sad because I knew that crossing the river meant death. But I didn’t tell [Alana]. I didn’t let her know that she was going to die – that in her attempt to rescue me, she had sacrificed her own life. […]
Then I remember [Alana] and I making our way across rocky, treacherous mountain paths covered with ice and snow. We were climbing this mountain to reach a house at its very peak in an attempt to find [Abigail] there – that perhaps she could show us a way out of this strange, grey land of hers. Funny, that the enemy should now become an ally.
We reached the house and, inside, I saw that it was an odd, convoluted thing made of wooden planks with many different floors and separate rooms. This house was scattered with a great many Asian people of all ages – from tiny toddlers barely able to walk, to old men and women bent over sticks and canes. [Alana] and I wandered through this house but we could not find [Abigail].