Rave Gone Wrong pt.1

This is the second part in last night's trilogy. This dream took place after the first time I woke up and fell asleep. Initially, there was absolutely no relevance to the dream prior, but within the dream there were several flashbacks to the house I'd been in, in which I'd be staring at a TV screen with the same dream playing.

An old acquaintance Shane (who I haven't seen or even thought about really in a half-dozen years since we left high school) was throwing a massive rave in a field in a third-world country for his birthday. When I got there, there was a massive orgy. Tons of people I haven't seen since high school were all butt-naked, filling and having orifices filled, moaning and grunting. Beyond the orgy were flashing lights, bumping bass, typical rave shit.

Permeating all of this was a voice that ran through my head, consistently reminding me that "yours is the shittiest generation of travelers. Who does this to a third world country?"

As I tried to shake the voice, a different set of lights appeared: headlights. Then another set. Then a whole bunch more. As a dozen cars began to tear towards the field at high speed, the entire party scattered, fleeing towards the forest adjacent to the field. I have no idea how many of our friends got hit and trampled but there were a number of injuries. We waited out in the forest for the night and didn't know what to do in the morning. Nobody wanted to hitchhike away with the risk of those crazy fuckers driving past us.

SO - me and John, a homeboy I work with, decided to go fish for boobs. We set up a fishing rod with a hook on it and sat on a rocky outcropping above the path by which lots of girls were walking by. We'd dangle the hook in front of them until it would catch on one of their bras. It took a few times, but we finally hooked a bra and laughed our asses off until this big, burly, drunk native guy showed up.

We knew instantly that he'd been driving one of the cars last night and we got up to run as the braless woman below screamed and tried to cover herself. We ran... trees flew past at an unbelievable speed; if I were to equate the speed with which we ran into reality I'd say we were going at least 120 km/hrs. It took us only a couple minutes to get several miles into the forest - we'd completely lost ourselves, but we'd lost the drunk native man as well.

Here we were, on the other side of the forest, staring at the ocean... forest stretched to the horizon on either side.

How were we going to get back?

I figured I'd never find out, because I woke up to write down the dream after exploring the beach for a moment... but the trilogy continued when I fell back asleep.