The Glider I'm in a backyard and I see a glider in the sky. It looks advanced. For a few moments it looks like a plane. I think that it might crash land due to the angle it's flying at. It lands in the backyard and I realize that it's my brother and Ron that has been flying it. If they ask me to have a fly, I'm going to tell them that I'm afraid of heights, which I am. Also due to cyst. They walk into a house which is just off the backyard. My brother decides to go for a fly, solo. I quickly run around the corner so I can get a good view of the take off. The glider now looks like a mini car. As the glider teachers speeds, I'm expecting it to launch into the air, but it doesn't, and is about to run straight into a front door of a house. It smashes into it, massive impact. He reverses the car out of the door, straight into a giant plastic toy car. I find the whole thing hilarious. I begin to think that he should flee. As my brother flees the scene, Ron follows the car to see if bro is OK. Bro is now back with us and he explains that he took a different approach to taking off, which is why he crashed. Ron let him know that it was a bad idea. I'm with Germain and others. Im sitting near encore pizza. As we leave, Germain fancy's one of the girls that was with us. I'm in a house and there are people in the lounge room. I walk in there and feel uncomfortable, as I don't know some people too well. They're throwing balls around. Balls are thrown at me and it hits my stomach and lands right in my hand. Myself and others are impressed at how it just fell straight into my hand. I think Daz is near a TV, over the back of a couch. I'm back at the backyard and I'm seeing a scene of a man that had been on trail for something serious. He has just been found not guilty. I get the sense that there's a lot of press here following the story. In celebration, the man jumps into the water which is off to the side of the backyard. He begins to swim.
my dream : I got a job as a wedding/function photographer at a local hotel, I didnt have a SLR, just a small digital camera. Then my boss turned lined up lots of people to see if i could take good photos (even though i didnt have a tripod, i didn't look very professional!) then i went in my old house and my boss turned into my dad and i told him about this new camera i fount out about the night before, they can take retro photos (Diana f+) and it's called lomography.He was impressed with my photographic skills (even though i wasnt a professional and wasnt really that great in the dream)
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