Dreamed I was living in a hostel in Sweden or maybe Czechoslovakia. Later on I'm in the desert or maybe an island or both. It's the end of the world and I'm with a bunch of teachers, one of whom had just killed a dog, either by breaking its jaw or by suffocating it with a bag. Or both?
Turns out we didn't need to kill the dog cause we had loads of food.
Spent ten or so days in europe drinking it up and having a great time, lots of funny shit happened, met some of the coolest people I'll ever meet.
I was happy, then I was unhappy and then back round again. Felt a little paranoid too.