Last night I dreamt I was in a “Survivor” kind of competition. We were on an island just outside mainland Australia, and I had to swim to another island, on an elk! And the elk spoke English. He was tired, wet and cold. When we came to the island I had to let the elk rest, then I could search for what I was supposed to find, which I don’t remember. But then I suddenly was at the check-in counter of an airport. They had taken all our bags, emtied them out, put the content on shelves randomly so we had to search for our own clothes among tons of other stuff. I found some of my stuff, put it in a random bag, screamed at the clerk at the counter, then went back to my elk.

Dreams are awesome!