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    Floods everywhere, swimming pools, pizza, and a LOT of flashbacks

    by , 09-14-2013 at 02:26 PM (405 Views)
    There was a party at St. George's in this open space beside some kind of house. Lots of people were there. There were fires all around, so it had this dark/light tribal theme. Some guy came in playing a guitar, and Shane started playing drums. A bunch of us were trying to figure out these pieces that needed to be put together in shape of the house (there were 3 pieces in total -_-) Anyway, after that, there was a private party upstairs in what seemed like Foley hall. Half the team was there, and we were talking and eating pizza. I went outside for a few minutes and came back, and they had microwaved all the pizza, burning a hole into the front side. It was still good though. I took two slices and everyone kept staring at me. In my defense, I was hungry. It still tasted good though.
    I was in India, and some foreign ambassador was signing a deal about something. I went to pick friends up from the airport, but it was raining really hard, so I couldn't bring them back in the car. We hired a rickshaw, and I went ahead to scout on my dirt bike. I would scout, come back, and let them know if it was safe to proceed. We went through urban flooded areas and what seemed like a marsh. Then, at one place, I swerved to avoid a few kids on side of the road, and fell down. The kids wanted money but I was like lol nope. Then when we finally arrive at my place, the entire area is flooded, so they could only swim to my place, or take a boat. The area was basically a clearing, with forest all around it, and it was completely flooded with the most clear water I have ever seen btw. Then, they were stopped because they didn't fill out some XXX form at the airport, and they said they had to go all the way back there to fill it out. I said no, and told the ambassador guy if he could pull some strings, that would be great. I was talking to him, when I realize that they got the forms, and were filling them out at the moment. They were sall standing on what looked like a small island made of dried grass. Anyway, it was morning and I saw people making kayaks out of dried grass, and using them underwater- like submarines.
    A flashback when I was writing this on my phone: A dream about a swimming pool- well, more like a deep fountain with lotus flower. I t was super deep, and somebody challenged me to a swim, so we did.
    Flashback of a flashback that I had forgotten that i remembered while writing this ^ : Huge swimming pool, I am training there, instructor was hard on us. The pool was very deep, and I swam / dived/ held breath underwater.
    Another flashback about this pool when I was writing this ^: What seemed like the stadium changing rooms, me and cuz were getting ready for a swim, something about a rupee, and someone not being allowed in. Then, we went into the pool. It was very shallow. I started swimming, there were a bunch of lifeguards stationed around. The pool was dark too.

    Stuff from before that I forgot to put down: Medieval times. I was one of three princes. Last one was a pixie, but he was weird and shaped like a book. They sent us on this delivery mission. We fly on back of a dove. An eagle chases us around the castle. We deliver it anyway.
    Then we go to this city (looked a lot like A’bd. He went to talk to this girl in his class who was super narcissistic. I could somehow listen to all her thoughts. I went back to get my bike and she thought I was spying on her. There was a LOT of rain and a flood was coming.
    Having a lot of these flood dreams lately. must keep that in mind.

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