JPdreamlord

I was having a little argument with my brother Simon about something dumb and we were about to leave for something or other so I walked out the door and started running down a long narrow street toward where we were going. The street had a 1950's suburban feel to it and there were trees all along. I started running and noticed that I couldn't really run very well and blamed my shorts, I looked down and it was my tightest pair from many years ago. I kept trying to run, I had a pretty good head start on him. As I was approaching the destination I thought "this is how I can't run in dreams" and shot my hand up to my face and squeezed my nose to see if I could breath through it still. I could! but I didn't believe it and he was catching up super fast now so I doubled my efforts and started blocking him football style just outside the gate. Dad was on the other side and he was about to let the door open, I slipped through and then conversation was babbled for a few seconds and then I woke up and a few seconds into laying on the bed I realized I had in fact been dreaming... twice I have done that in a week, the first time I tried pushing my fingers through my hand to no avail.