Okay, I know that I dream a lot, but I often don't remember my dreams. I know that once, I dreamed this long and amazing poem but it was gone faster than I thought possible once I woke up (my only memory is that it happened). This was a big deal for me as I have never had any talent or interest in poetry in my life.

Part of the reason I don't remember my dreams is because they tend to be like my life or I feel like someone else and everything is normal. In saying that, I'm most often happy in my dreams. My first words on waking up tend to be either "Oh no" or "argghh!".

I have a condition in my right eye. It hurts at times. Most often when I wake up.

Anyway, my dream last night was just odd. I remember nearly all of it.

It was me and three friends that don't exist (two men and a woman). They didn't have names, but we all knew each other. We were on an adventure holiday in the Amazon. Somehow our bus/van thing could float. We end up getting pulled along the current until we ended up in a jungle river. Our transport was stuck between a few rocks. We were able to make our way across the stream and found a large cave up a hill to camp in right by the waters edge.

It was at this point one of my friends became a bit unhinged. Like he was on coke. We realized that there was a native tribe on the other side of the water and my friend ignored us to hassle and terrorize them. He developed a "Man who would be king" complex. We stayed in the cave and we kept begging him to leave the natives alone. They were women, children and old folk.

I then did something I never did before. I had a dream inside a dream.

That other dream was of us being horribly killed one by one. I'll spare you the details.

When I woke up from that dream, I took it as a form of premonition, and begged my other two friends to get into our weird van/bus (It was a strange mismash thing that kept changing). They didn't want to leave our other friend behind, but I got through to them.

As we got back to the van, our friend was doing things to a native woman. We begged him to stop and come with is and he just laughed. As we freed the van from the rocks, he continued to laugh.

As we drifted away, my other male friend asked if I knew what the danger was. I pointed to the bank, and we saw we were being watched by a number of armed natives with murder in their eyes. They were making their way back to the village and left us alone.

We ended up in a city and we silently agreed not to speak of what happened.

As some of you can tell, my dream was based on trashy cannibal native horror movies (like Cannibal Ferox and the like). I don't think I've ever had a dream inside a dream before.

I really don't know what to think of this, aside from me knowing to get the hell out of a horror film sharpish.