I was on some sort of camping trip where I was leading a hike for a bunch of ladies (like, adult girl scouts?). We came to this big field with ONE tree in the middle of it. I identified said tree as a paw paw tree, and started gushing about how delicious paw paws are. Nobody in my group had ever tried a paw paw, so I lead them to the tree to get some. I (brave leader!) climbed to the top of the tree, and shook all of the branches, so paw paws were raining down on my followers. They were so excited, jumping in the air, catching paw paws. But then once they all started chomping into the paw paws, the dream turned into a sort of silly slasher (slasher for paw paws) film. Every single one of those stupid women HATED paw paws (I figured out they were not yet ripe), all taking one bite and throwing them into the golden, straw-like grass. I climbed back down to gather a few paw paws for myself, but the greedy bitches bit into ALL of them. I was horrified. I had NO paw paws, and all of the beautiful unripened paw paws were now rotting in the grass, with chunks of flesh ripped out of them. And to rub salt into my wounds, all of the ladies were mad that paw paws sucked so much.
On a non-dream note, I'm still actively searching for paw paw trees, all of the time.
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