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I couldn't focus on my school reading so I went for an afternoon nap between 14.50-16.40 and remembered this dream.

I'm in the upper room with dad. I have my red hoodie on with the hood over my head so I can't look foreward. I sit on a bench where the music sounds actually stand. Dad is angry with me and says that I can't keep on practicing the guitar without the musical scales. He says that I should remove my hood and look him in the eyes. He is speaking as if I had done something really bad. I remove my hood and look at him. He says that he had a good time practicing base with me but that I need to fix my practice scheme.

Notes: I began practicing with a metronome again some days ago. I actually only care about the pentatonic scale and don't find motivation when I try to learn the musical modes. I know them in theory and think that's enough (Now when I dreamt about it I tested out the mixolydian scale on a backing track and found it a little bit amusing).

This is one of my earliest dreams, and i was probably about 5 or 6 years old at the time, very young, but this dream has never faded from memory at all.

It takes place in a very old shop in my hometown, Evisons. In reality the shop sells working attire, school uniforms and camping equipment. However in my dream it is some weird museum, with nothing of particular interest, aside from a coat of arms, this big suit of armour which was posed as being seated in the middle of the room at this shop, which took place on the first floor at the front.

Curiously, i begin to take layers of armour off, layer upon layer, until it reached the size of an action man, i removed the final layer to reveal my dad, in minature, who seems quite angry and is shouting and hollering as he runs around the room, blaming me for minaturising him.

I'm on some unfamiliar street, and I want to get home before all the night people come out because it's almost sunset. I have this map, and I'm discussing with a body-less voice the best route to go, the short one is on a public street and I find that unappealing, but the back way would take far longer, the voice urges I go the short way but i just walk on thinking i will decide when I get to the two ways. I get to the two roads, and suddenly all these people start coming out of no where walking towards me and passed me to go to their homes. I turn to the right which is the short way without thinking, and theirs a lot of people, even more, and some of them walk towards me when they could of perfectly walked around, then I see my dad standing across the street through the crowd and he has a mad look on his face, I start to run through the crowd hoping he won't catch up, but the crowd gets thick and slows me down, then I turn my head and he's right next to me and I flinch, then sudden;y I'm in this office with my dad and there's this other girl and she's talking to this woman at a desk about her embarrassing problems and her voice is so brittle and she's so nervous, I realize this woman is going to talk to me and my dad next, so I try I stare at the door planning to run out. To get the courage to get up, but then the girl is done talking to the woman behind the desk and gets up and opens the door to leave, so I panic and run passed her and I hear the woman at the desk yell something at me.