We had been traveling and at one point realized things had gone missing.... lost a little thing here... a little thing there... took a quick inventory and noted all that was missing. Only a few of us went out for a hike... one tag-a-long met another at the starting point. She was relieved it was a stand in person vs the originally invited. We turned the corner where there was a small man-made pond that included boulders in and around it. It had a cement surrounding as if we were in an enclosure of sorts. A mountain lion head peakedout from underneath the water. I backed up and started to take cover behind the rocks to the west. My aunt Sandy was really testing her unreasonable luck by getting too close thinking she could play with it like a domesticated animal. She ended up paying the price when it launched at her pulling her down into the water. Jenn was the innocent bystander that was targeted now by a 2nd mountain lion... she was crouched on the cement at the ponds edge in a fetal position while the other attacked her from above....I screamed at her to stay still... at this point I realized (one of the rare times) that it was a dream and subconsciously started yelling at myself to wake up...and wake up I did... into a full blown panic attack
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