I find myself on a hillside looking up toward an old log that has a large boulder wedged in it. this structure stands out from the rest of the landscape and has me wondering how stable the boulder is that sits precariously within the grips of this log. My tent and another persons tent sits down below us on the hill and in the path of this boulder, if it were to loose its tension and tumble down.
As I'm staring up at this strange formation, it begins to move and transform into a large bison-like beast that immediately begins to charge at me and the rest of the people I'm with. Our only option is to run, and so we run toward the rocky hillside to the left of us, hoping that we can scurry up some big boulders and that the beast wouldn't be able to follow.
Right before reaching the rocks, the beast is too close and we have to quickly make sharp turns to fool him. I'm now running as fast as possible in the other direction, with the beast right behind, always gaining on us, but not quite able to reach. Now across the open valley, I head straight for the forested cliff side in front of me, in hopes that the beast would be discouraged to venture into the tress and down the steep rocky slope. As I begin making my way through the brush, I notice that the trees are not stopping him and I am now faced with a much steeper cliff than I had hoped for, but I mus descend it quickly.
I find myself at the bottom of the cliff, as if I had just floated down the face of the rocky slope within seconds. There is a Mexican restaurant down here and me and the others that have been trying to flee from this beast step inside, as if someone called time-out on the chase. I am given a sense of temporary safety within this familiar restaurant, only during the time of eating, it seems. The beast calmly enters, morphing into the shape of our waiter and begins to ask for our orders. I'll have the vegetarian burrito, I ask. As I await my food, I wonder when I'll need to quickly exit and flee the beast again. We decide we better tip well.
