I was on a Mission Trip to Mexico and the entire group was at a sports bar type of place. (We just got back from our second Mission Trip there in real life). I remember talking to the people there, but they were old friends from high school. I had on flip flops and casual attire. I started talking to my old high school friends and somehow I was separated from the group on the Mission. I went to the bathroom and when I came back out, the group was gone. They were already on the bus headed to the Ranch that we were supposed to be staying at. I went running and screaming after the bus and I looked down at my feet and I had white socks on. I didn’t have the flip flops on anymore. As the bus was leaving and I was chasing it, something bit me from behind on the right side of my bottom. I didn’t see it, but I could feel it. Then I found a car somehow and began to try to find the group on the bus. My cell phone wouldn’t go through. I couldn’t get a signal. I had no idea how to get where I was going. I had no map. No directions. I felt like I knew some parts of the direction to the Ranch, but I needed confirmation from the leader of the group. I woke up while I was still trying to reach the leaders and the bus.