Darkness is my Friend

I am staying in a camp cabin with other adult campers. I’m trying to settle in but can’t because of various vague reasons like I need to go to the bathroom and I can’t find my rain jacket and need to remake my bed or something. The camp leaders come in and tell us that from now on we should keep a glowing rubber ducky in our pocket when we are walking around the camp at night as a safety measure. I think about it and then argue that this will make us easier to see and be followed by whoever would want to harm us. I explain that if I am trying to be safe then darkness is my friend. Then I break out into song “Hello darkness my old friend” as a way of driving my point home. I think this song has been playing earlier so I am referencing something that I know the camp leaders can’t argue with. They just kind of ignore me because they know I’m right. After everyone leaves the cabin I go into the bathroom and see that the drawers are stocked with really nice toiletries and hand towels. There is a woman there who tells me that she had been bringing nice toiletries for her daughter who is a camper but she had been taking them from her work and when her employer found out they told her that she needed to make the camp a client and start selling toiletries to them instead of giving them away for free. I think this is weird but also it feels nice to have nice toiletries at the cabin. There is one other person in the cabin and I whisper to them that I think it’s weird. Throughout the dream my dream persona is very sarcastic and I don’t care about fitting in or going along with the crowd.

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