Trapped

When I do wake up, palms sweaty, heart beating, like always, I open my eyes, but I'm not in my room this time. I'm where I was when I closed my eyes. I start to panic! I get up and run out, and look around, "No" I say, "Nooo!" I remember what my best friend always said, "When you're met with a problem, stay calm and think things through." I slow my breaths, close my eyes, and calm down. When I calm down, I look around once more, the rain has stopped, but it's still foggy. I pick up the lantern, no longer lit, and pull another match out and light the lamp. I walk around. When I hear a low grumble, I jump, scared the thing came back, but realize it was just my stomach. I think to myself, I guess you need food in your dreams, too. I walk around looking for food. It takes me 2 hours to find something, anything I can eat and find, a plant with purple-blue-yellowish fruit. I start walking to it, but hear rustling close. I drop down and hide in a thicket close by. I watch as a creature, much different then the one before, comes out of a bush close by. It has an almost rabbit-like look, but has a long tail instead of short, and much bigger, like a cat. It hops close to the fruit plant and bites one of the fruits, then another. But after that it stops, freezes, and falls over limp. I slowly get up and walk over uncertainly. I stop 3 feet away from it when I realize it's dead. The fruit is poisonous. No food, except..for the poor rabbit beast, but I can't eat that because it's now poisoned. I look around for another hour before giving up and heading back to my now makeshift shelter. I find branches and logs nearby that are mostly dry, and make a campfire. I take another match and throw it on the stack of wood and it lights on fire. I then remember one thing you need to survive is water. I walk around my camp and spot a river. I walk over and kneel down. Maybe if there's water, there's food. I look around and see something swimming, it's small and scaly like a fish, but also like an eel. I break off a branch from a tree and use it like a spear. I raise it and plunge it into the water, but I miss. It swims away, but comes back, so I spear at it again and miss. I get frustrated and spear it again when it comes back. This time I got it and pulled it out of the water. It squirms and shrieks as I walk over to the fire. I hold it over the fire and cook it. When I think it's done, I grab another stick and cut it open. Then I cut a piece of meat from it, almost perfectly cooked, yet it doesn't taste like fish, more like chicken. I cut more of it up and ate it. Then I sit round the fire, now fed and no longer thirsty, after boiling water in a hollowed log, then drink it. It tastes like water, tasteless. Then I lay back under the overhang of the rock as the fire went out. It's getting dark, quickly. I guess times are faster here than in real life. I close my eyes and fall asleep quickly.