Dream Journal
I was in a large, dark cave with a female friend and a large group of people. The other people in the group began passing out like dominoes. I grabbed two round air fresheners and put one on my and my friend’s chests. I told my friend to put her face as close to the freshener as possible and breathe deeply. This was to prevent us from passing out because of the noxious gas. As the gas became less potent, we had to get our noses closer to the fresheners.
When the gas was gone, we took our faces from our chests and saw that every other person in the cave had passed out. We ran to the back of the cave to hide; we did not want the bad guy to see that we were still awake.
At the back of the cave were rows and rows of soda cans stacked six feet high. We each grabbed a large pick and ran down each row with the pick held in the cans. We tore open every single soda can, yet soda did not pour out onto the floor.
We sat down against a wall in the dark confident we had thwarted the bad guy’s evil plan as he stepped into the cave.