Sweedeh

As far as I remember, I dreamed that me, my dad and his girlfriend were fighting or running away from a witch of sorts. The witch had a ring that we needed for reasons I don't quite remember. I recall myself walking along a street had houses that seemed quite medival on both sides of me. It felt like the city was modelled after the way they looked 300-400 years ago. At some point, I encountered the witch and failed to steal the ring from her and, which forced me to run away.

Then I ended up at my dads house, where I apparently had to get changed for some reason. He wanted me to put on a blazer and a button-up, so I did. I had to go fetch the blazer from somewhere, and when I found it, the arms were folded up and it was slightly creasy. After I had put the blazer on, I was going to change my pants and put on a pair of red chinos that were nearby. But when I was about half-done with putting them on, they changed colour to white (at this point, I think I was close to achieving lucidity). When I was fully done with putting them on, they had changed to jeans. I remember thinking this was extremely wierd. Then I realized the pants were a bit too long, so I folded them up a little. The house I was in was a model of my dads place but with more defined contrasts between the old parts and the parts that he had renovated. Once I had gotten dressed, I was told we were going out biking.

Next thing I know I'm biking up a mountainside with my dad, Jennifer (the girlfriend) and a relative of my dads. My bike was dragging something behind it up the mountain, but I don't recall what it was. I distinctly remember it being red though. I was biking a bit ahead of everyone else, and was told to slow down in order for them to catch up. A short while after that we had to get off our bikes in order to walk up a hill. There were several houses dotted out around us. Then we walked past what I can only describe as a fusion between a small house and a car. It had the bottom-side of a car and instead of seats and whatever there was a small house. It was rather big. I recall it very vividly. I can still see the shape of it inside my head, and twist it around and look inside it. It seemed like the inside of it was slightly larger than the actual car, though. We were apparently on our way to a house at the top of the mountain to have a chat with the owners. I distincly recall not really needing to be there, so I started looking around for alternative things to do. I remember myself looking at some kind of map in order to see what existed. The map had names, but I can't quite remember them at the moment.

Then I suddenly find myself walking alone through a forest. I come upon a lake of sorts, in which I see a boat with a person behind it. Then the boat starts speeding forward and I realize that the person is on waterskis. I distinctly recall wanting to try it really badly, but before anything else could happen I woke up.