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    1. A Sick Mother/Tour De France

      by , 09-16-2013 at 04:22 AM (CHiLLEN's Dream Journal)
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      I was with my Mum. She was recovering from a heart attack and was still affected by the attack. I had noticed that her speech, motor skills, and her memory were below average. Mum wanted to play some pool. She hit a pool ball off the table. The table wasn't meant for pool and had no pockets or walls to keep balls in play. I said to her this isn't a pool table, how about we play on the actual pool table next to it. Mum was getting a bit angry at herself, that she was confused and still sick.

      I was in another room. Mum and myself were up inside a air duct or something similar to it. I saw a scene in front of me, showing what had happened in this exact spot before. It had left shadows behind. The shadows looked liked a MMA fight, where another man was kicking the other man. I could now see Chris Weidman, he was also a UFC fighter. He was trying to levitate or lift himself up out of an awkward position. He was really trying hard to do so.
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      Chris Weidman.

      [Scene changed]

      I could see a scene of people riding in the Tour de France. It was a slippery track, as some riders were falling off their bikes. Some riders fell, got back up and fell not long after.

      I was now in the scene, riding in the race. I was a bit behind. I think I had fell earlier also. I heard some commentary being played, explaining why no one takes the short cut exit up ahead. They said it was more difficult then going through the normal track. I had to take a gamble and decided to take the short cut. The short cut looked as if it was a jumping castle. I rode around a couple corners, and was now faced with a tight gap. The gap couldn't fit a bike, so I had to slide down it with my body only. It was starting to become tighter and tighter as I was getting claustrophobic. I felt semi-lucid at this point, knowing that it was just a dream and I could end it at any point if things got too much for me. I felt the scene about to fade and was ready to DEILD, but I gave up after such a short period. I wanted to write this strange story down instead.