Watching some tigers play some odd thing with water and rubbing legs, standing on cans. The male then goes around the back. There’s a zebra underneath, which starts freaking out. The male starts clawing it, and a rhino comes over to help. It’s a big pile, and people come to help. I’m like: yeah, not helping, don’t want to get hurt.
Go to take a shower, realize I’ve forgotten a towel. Get out, there are people there and a girl about to use the shower. Go downstairs, there’s some event and a zillion people. Walk into a chapel during a service, then leave. Forgot my towel, go back to get it and leave again. Go back upstairs. Sit down and some guy comes behind me trying to figure out how the guy stabbed me in another dream.
Walking down a street, 2 sketchy guys go past, turn around and start following me. One comes up and I deck him. The other stabs me with a needle and I die. Start arranging my stuff, making a paper that says I love my family on top. Hang around.