I was at a swim meet. It was in an open, airy room. I think that there were glass walls, or a glass roof. I wasn't swimming as fast as I could, because everyone in front of me was swimming slowly. I think that I might have been in a twisted version of the Bubble. There must have been 8-10 lanes there, long-course. I was slacking off, then I decided to go all out. I swam at would normally be considered a sprint for almost an entire 200 meters, and I felt this great feeling of pride, and I could tell that everyone was watching me. I had the feeling that people were there from school, and they were amazed that I could swim that fast. I watched myself in third person. I was happy that my practicing was finally paying off, to the point that I could swim a 200 sprint without running out of breath.
#9 Me and a few others all travel across the world, not to see the world but because we are stealing basically goody bags from the planes. The planes would for some reason land outside the airport and we would sneak out of the plane, attach a bomb to a compartment, and blow the inside black backpack out. This happened three times with us not even pausing in the country we were in. Then the fourth time something went wrong I think Noah lost his backpack outside, and we all got super spooked and had to lay low. I remember going back to my seat on the plane and frantically searching through everything I had sure that something was going to set off the alarms at the airport, but the actual airport was a breeze. So we stayed in a hotel room and we all were having a good time like it was a vacation. Me and Ryan met this girl and I was flirting with her and it was working but the girl wanted me to go spend a day with her and her mom, and I wanted to chill at her house and watch movies (if you know what I mean). But she seemed to guess my intentions and said she wasn't ready for that. I think I just left after that (I'm a dick in my dreams) and went back to the hotel. We met some people at the hotel and went somewhere to party with them. One guy and girl were trying to talk to me but it was entirely drunk/high mumbo jumbo. Everybody was getting drunk and high, but for some reason I wasn't. I remember walking back to the hotel and Drew was yelling at his girlfriend because she was accusing him of something. The next day we all took a run around the city we were in (Was not america, but I don't think it ever was dubbed anything in the dream) I met a man while I was running who was also running and we began to freestyle while we ran (haha). This lasted until I woke up.
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