I was over in France or possibly Italy with my best friend, standing in the middle of a ‘piazza’ or town square surrounded by shops and cafés. Something happened, although I can’t remember what, and we ended round someone’s apartment. The chap who owned it didn’t have a clue who we were. Two of his friends turned up, one of them threw up under the stairs, and then they sat around playing cards.
I got the feeling that we were hiding from someone. We left and ended up back at the town square standing beside a street vendor. Somehow we won a prize each. My friend handed me the first one (something quite small and insignificant), then proceeded to take the years supply of Tupperware, several clear plastic bags full of containers. I was pissed off but thought that I wouldn’t be able to get them home to Britain anyway.
Next there were 4 of us in a jeep driving through woods along a dirt track. We came across these huge panther-like creatures renowned for the viciousness. We pulled a tarp over us but panicked because my legs were sticking out like there was no front to the jeep. I pulled my legs up. I was terrified. The driver continued down the track even though he couldn’t see. As soon as we got adjacent to the big cats, we stopped and the tarp disappeared. The cats stared at us. One of them stood up – it was a werecat! It was almost human looking. I was very scared but went up to one and hugged it. They seemed ok and let us pass, relaying something about misconception.