Lucid Time!

I wound up back in the first day of fifth grade where I was given the opportunity to redo my life from here. I remember thinking about what changes that I wanted to make, mistakes I wanted to avoid making, etc.

I noticed that my friend CH was not in the class, and that was weird because I met him in the fifth grade.

The teacher had us doing icebreaker activities to get to know one another. There were some familiar faces from my fifth grade class in the room. The room also felt bigger than I remember it.

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We got assigned math homework.

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Time went by very fast. It was one of those dreams where it seems as though years have passed when you wake up. But there wasn't much filler in the years between fifth grade and now, my freshman year of college, or at least that I could remember.

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I recall being on a tropical vacation with my old crush from high school. We were swimming together in a coral reef somewhere in the Caribbean. The reef actually looked pretty lame. There was some garbage and it looked to not have a lot of coral, mostly rocks and stuff.

She screamed and told me that I had a spaghetti monster tendril around my leg. I kept trying to get it off, but it was tied in a knot around my leg. Eventually I simply broke it off and managed to get out of the water.

Now there was a reason I was scared of this. In the dream, Spaghetti Monsters were (now I know there is a user on this website named Flying Spaghetti Monster, I hope that he is in no way offended.) some kind of poisonous sea creature. Although their tendrils were painless, long after touching them you would start to swell up until you would explode.

There was some kind of history about these creatures, that someone had supposedly come to the island in 1850 and killed all of them in order to extract their toxin and use it as a terror weapon.

We had a big duffel bag on the beach. I first found a towel, then a bottle of 'Spaghetti monster ointment'. I had my crush (who at some point got replaced with my mom) help me rub it where the tentacle had been. My foot was already starting to swell. The ointment seemed to work though, because the swelling went down and I felt fine.

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At some point I tried to redo my life again from kindergarten.