memorable

Went to bed at 3:30AM, woke up at 11AM and fell back asleep, waking completely at 12AM. Dream happened between 11-12

It started with some guys who would pick on our family if we didn't pay them a few thousand dollars a month (like Mafia insurance) and they would either break in and steal stuff or break things, etc. I kept insisting we take care of them with violence, either beating or killing them (I'm not exactly smart in my dreams) but my family was too scared of them.

It zoomed forward to me going up north with my dad and 3 of my friends into Canada, for a sort of vacation. After we got there (and this might not be in order, I'm reading my journal and using my memory) I went to a sort of underground asian market with my dad. We looked around at things, it was dark and somewhat crowded. They had food and random things, I accidentally bought some cigars thinking they where some kind of beef sticks or jerky, which I hid from my dad so I didn't seem like and idiot. After that I smoked one and can remember the taste. Sort of like burning hickory and a charcoal grill. It was good. Then I remember having a few more through the normal parts of the dream, each tasting the same.

But then things started getting eery and creepy. We where jetskiing on one of the lakes, it was a big blue lake surrounded by thick woods, like most in Canada, and when I got out near the center of the lake my engine died. I thought I ran out of gas or something but I had a bad feeling in my gut (yanno that really troubling panicking feeling you get for no reason?) and just sorta felt like I needed to get out of there fast.

The dream skipped to me and my friends walking down a long gravel road with thick trees to both sides. There was sort of a tension in the air since we where all kind of getting the feeling something wasn't right. It was too quiet, and too isolated. It felt claustrophobic (Which is also weird, I rarely get claustrophobic) We could hear the wind picking up. But it wasn't normal wind. It just sort of made me feel afraid, the wind didn't seem natural. We started walking faster and faster, until we picked up a jog getting actually afraid now. The faster we ran the harder the wind blew. We where sprinting now and visibly terrified, and the wind was almost like a tornado, one friend (he was chubbier and had a beard) I'll just call Paul for now, started yelling something about "<something> Stalkers!" and "the trees aren't real!". (just remembering as I write this, I don't remember feeling the wind on me, only seeing and hearing it)
We finally got to a statue (I can't remember what it was) and "Paul" had a hole maybe 2 feet deep at an angle dug, he told me I need to get in, I somehow knew the "stalkers" where after him and he was sacrificing himself to save me and my other friend, I did as told putting my head and shoulders into the hole, covering my mouth with my hands so I had a little air pocket, and felt the both of them put dirt over my back and legs covering me, I could hear the wind picking up even more and could hear him burying my other friend too

Then I woke up out of it, at 12AM