I was with all the Zs once again. We were having a great time, although we were starting to get on each other's nerves (Ben shot an arrow at Josiah through a blow gun). We were laying around on some hill, when Yolanda decided it was time to go. (Where we were going, I don't know. They never tell you these things in dreams.) We hopped in our vehicle (I think it was a Jeep) and starting driving away as I looked at the beach we were leaving. We were driving along a dirt road, and ahead there was this dip that had collected a fair amount of water. (This was definitely a cameo by the same water-filled dip in Bourne Identity.) Well, as we were driving toward it, I noticed what appeared to be a stick floating in the water. However, I thought it looked suspiciously like an alligator ridge. (This was a direct violation of Dreaming Rule #1: Never imagine. The moment you imagine that something could happen, it happens.) Of course, we drove through the water with a little bit of a BUMP. After we passed, I looked out the back window, and sure enough, an angry alligator had risen out of the water. This, however, was no ordinary alligator. It was a dream alligator. It was about 10-12 feet long and 3-4 feet wide. It had a massive snout and a jaw that could crush a person in an instant. But the worst part was that it was freaking fast. After we passed his water hole, the alligator sped after us like a jackrabbit. No one else seemed alarmed, for some reason. But of course, no else had seen it yet. But soon, they did, and started yelling at Yolanda to drive faster. She floored it, but it was right on our tail. Of course, as often happens in dreams, complications came immediately. The path started veering right and left, and Yolanda tried her best to keep the Jeep on course, but it was too much for her - she flew off the path. More dream logic - there was another shore directly in front of us. So, with the alligator in hot pursuit, we careened over the beach and into the water (which, suspiciously, was immediately deep). The alligator followed us into the water. The last thing I remember is thinking that we were screwed either way, because I had seen the Mythbusters where they tested this. We were either going to drown or be eaten...
...and then I woke up. It turns out there was no alligator, no water, no Jeep, and no Zs (unfortunately). I must have been scared out of my pants, because my heart was beating erratically. It was beating well above its normal rate, and every time it did it hurt from the pressure. This lasted for at least five minutes while I tried to regain control of my breathing and heart rate. Let's do it again...
