VarrhenSpecter

I'm back at my old home again with a few friends and family. I remember these friends from my past and they would often act like they used to, when I was a very young. There were a couple other kids too like four more others. I spent most of my time with the friend I met back in elementary school. There was nothing entertaining about this dream, I was only hanging around with them and playing what every seven year old's play now in days. Sometimes he would tease me in the dream and make me feel as if I was weaker than him. I didn't mind much. I got frustrated in the dream when him and the other kids would take my stuff without permission. At one point, I take back something that was not theirs. I figured they'd be mad but they weren't. My mother looked at me struggling with these kids and tried to see if she could help, but it was my job to stop it. I felt obligated to stop it. A few minutes later, everyone moved all around the house to find a place to eat their lunch. I was just standing there wondering how my friend and all these other kids got here. And that was when it came to me. I tried to remember where I came from before this happened and as soon as I thought of the dream some more, I now realized it to be a dream. At first, I yelled. Not a manly yell. And then I quickly walked over to the living room, where some of the kids were eating, and right before I was going to say, "We're dreaming!", I woke up. After waking from the dream, I thought about trying to go back in it, seeing how I just woken up and haven't moved yet, but still, I didn't want to see anything creepy appear.