(dream) I am standing in front of a cave. The entrance to the cave is a swamp surrounded by mud walls. Inside lives the Masai tribe, and I am on my way to meet them.
However, the Masais are an extremely irritable tribe, and if they dislike someone's words or deeds, they use a strange power to summon lightening to strike; I could possibly be burnt to a crisp. As evidence, the nearby bush was dotted with the lightning-struck, charred remains of elephants and apes that had incurred the Masai tribe's wrath. I just walked through the bush, so these charred forms remain fresh in my memory. Especially dreadful was the still smoldering upper body of an orangutan. I wonder what it was the orangutan did? Moreover, I wonder just what behavior it is that the Masais dislike? Despite this, why on earth must we meet the Masai tribe on a company trip? How are my co-workers, who entered the cave ahead of me, getting along? Isn't it about time for me to go in too . . . . Just as I think this, I remember that the report I was writing lies unfinished on my desk.
The next thing I know, I am at my desk struggling to finish my report. (end of dream)
The Masais are in fact an existent tribe, but I have no recollection of having seen any kind of photo or TV documentary on them. However, the tribe in the cave in this dream was unmistakably the Masai tribe. The word "Masai tribe," the orangutan's upright charred carcass, the atmosphere of the company trip, the pressure of having unfinished work; all of these made very vivid impressions.