This dream took place about a year ago, while I was still in high school. It was a group of students, and we were all going on a rock climbing trip. I particularly remember Brian, Halee, Patrick, My Mother, Ellen, Stephen, Michelle, Derek and Hillary, and there were a few more. Well, we all went climbing, but for some strange reason, I wasn't good. I could hardly get up anything, even scrambles were difficult for me.
(I don't remember a lot of this segment of the dream). Eventually, we got back to camp, and we were all of course hot and sweaty, so we went to a lake. We swam around in the lake, racing from point A to point B. I don't remember exactly who I kept, racing, but I kept challenging somebody to race. Eventually, somebody in a car drove into the water, but the car floated and worked just like a boat in the water. Eventually we all got out, and climbed a bit up a side of a cliff, where Kari Munson had her house. There were tons of crayons and markers and such in the house, even oil pastels, along with large sheets of paper. Everyone started drawing stuff, in pairs of two, I remember that whoever was my partner didn't like me and tried to get a new partner, and erased my drawing, which I thought was a cool drawing. I left him, and just did a drawing on my own, next to Stephen and Brian. I had never seen Brian draw before, but their picture was coming cool. They told me to get away, so I went upstairs, and found Ellen in a little room. She was drawing, but she kicked me out, saying it was her bedroom, although there was nothing in it. Eventually Patrick came up, and tried to force his way into the room, saying she didn't have any more right in it than he did. I pointed out before Ellen could talk that she did, since it was Kari's house. Patrick eventually left. Then we all started walking through a hospital, it seemed like it was a few days later. Apparently Halee, had hurt herself, her shoulder. I remember standing by her, not knowing how much affection to give to her, as usual with her it can be dangerous to give too much, or too little, she expects you to know exactly how much affection to give to her. Eventually she leaned up next to me and I put my arm around her, and she thanked me. I gave her a little squeeze, which hurt her shoulder. She yelped a bit, but I told her a little pain is good for ya. Then we all left the hospital, and that was the end of my dream, I woke up.
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