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My family and I are driving on the highway. I'm behind the wheel, and the car is pack with out things and I have a push broom to the left of me. Nothing too unusual is happening, until I attempt to pull of. I decide now would be a good time to pass the push broom to my brother to get it out of my way. As he grabs it, the broom hits the steering wheel and jolts us off the curve. The car flips sideways but everyone is fine. We get out to assess the damage to find that the kayaks have fallen off and into the lake in the center of the curve. We look at each other and decide this to be the first stop on our family vacation.

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I'm at my elementary/middle school again, though I recognize it as my old high school in the dream. At first, I'm meeting a handful of my current friends there. I ride up on my bike and see none of them have arrived. I feel the stares of several past classmates, reluctant to start a conversation with someone they were never really friends with in high school. I wait patiently as I notice a few of my crew walking up.

I turn around to notice several of my friends already present, waiting at a table for me. We chat for a while and then go on our way. As I'm walking around the campus, things seem normal though I feel as though I haven't been there in a while. I'm here to take a class I missed during my real high school years, as is everyone else. The only people walking around are people I know from the past.

I walk up to a new building. An auditorium with several people I recognize walking in. I assume this is the place I'm supposed to be and follow them in. As I sit down, I realize I'm wearing a dress, though I'm not ashamed of it. It's normal. A present friend of mine turns around and lets out a light chuckle as if I'm not ready for what we're going to be doing in class. I hear the professor welcome everyone to Singing class, and that everyone must perform before they leave.

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