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I'm on the water of a lake on a grey day. I think I''m floating on something like a log. I float away from the rocky shore, there is a bit of a sheer cliff by it, trees on either side. My grandfather and sister are there. I try to make my way back. My grandfather tries to pull me in but suddenly I zoom in the opposite direction at great speed. I fall into the water and I immediately fish for my cellphone from my jeans pocket, it can't get wet. To my surprise it's still working. I try to swim to the opposite shore where my grandfather and sister are.

In an industrial warehouse kind of place at night. The windows are all black. There are bright, yellowish lights coming from the ceiling. I see two young kids I know, they are being very annoying and aggressive, walking all over me and not listening to me. I have to stand up for myself. I begin to fight with them, we struggle as we fight. They run off and hide to catch their breath. I'm with another person I can't remember who is helping me fend them off. I feel bad for being so aggressive, can't these kinds of things be resolved peacefully? They come at me again and I have to fight them.

I'm at the metal shop, I'm talking to a guy who's asking me if I want to be an instructor here. I say I could, but I only Inventor (a CAD program) and still need practice with SolidWorks (another CAD program). He says that's ok, or just bypasses my comment, and we go deeper into the shop.

A fragment involving my visual imaging class at my tech school. We had started using this really complicated software and we were asked to model a cube. Then we got asked to model master chief's armor and I freaked out due to the sudden difficultly spike in the assignments.

Some dream. Vivid, about me being at my grandparent's house. What was strange was that there was a stairwell that led down below their house. When you came down the stairwell, that was very long by the way, you would end up outside. The stairwell went up a hill and there was a door that led up into their basement, but their house was not on top of the hill.
The stairwell ended at the start of a "road" cut into the hillside. The road was only identifiable by the fact that it was really nice, well groomed grass. The rest of the hill was taller grass and shrubs.
I began moving various building supplies down from my grandparent's building and traveled between their basement and the hilltop several times. Most of what I took was lumber, some sheet metal, and some electronic components.
I began building a vehicle to travel down the path for some odd reason. I vividly remember hammering boards together, welding sheet metal and assembling electronics. It seemed to take me about half an hour, and there was no shortage of building supplies or tools.
The final vehicle was pretty decent, though it didn't have any wheels or means of flying. But it started to slide down the grassy slope and I held on. I had traveled down the slope about 50 and decided to stop.