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I dreamed that my two brothers, my father, myself (at a younger age then I am now) and a few other men I do not recognize were by the sea side somewhere warm. There were no roads but narrow chanels for small boats and canoes to navigate.

My dad tells me and one of my brothers that he and the other men are going a head in another boat and leave me and R in the first boat. R makes me sit in the back ignores my complains that the back of the boat is sinking. I was arguing with him to let me sit up front but he ignored me and soon i'm up to my waist in water. My father and my other brother came along in another boat and got into ours. All the older and heavier men were sitting at the front of the boat, yet is was only sinking and below water at the back where I was sitting.

After complaining and whining I finally convinced my father to let me switch places with them and they all went into the back and I went into the font. The back of the boat suddenly became boyant and the front of the boat sank and I could not lift it above the waterline to help steer. I remember feeling angry and frustrated and sick of it all, like I expected this to happen all the time and I was tired of it.

Eventually I found a small boat of my own and got out of my father's and brother's boat and tried to make my way through the maze of channels on my own. My both didn't sink this time, but I had no control and would often get pushed backwards by incoming waves or the tide. Even though I couldn't really go anywhere, I was happier in my own boat for some reason. I remember at the end of the dream missing my mom and wondering where she was, and being upset that I could not get to her because I had no control over my own little boat.

02/05/2011
"College Course"

My dad was surprising me with a gift, for some unknown occasion. I can tell that I was much younger, in this dream, but I don't have any idea of what age. He led me out into the garage, and pointed over to one side, standing back and giving me room to pass through. Glancing over to my left, I lay my eyes on a red and blue enduro dirt bike (which looked just like this), parked next to some other bike, that I didn't really take much note of, as if I were already familiar with it. Ecstatic, I wheeled the dirt bike out to the drive way and began to inspect it, checking the choke and other switches. Finally I jumped onto the bike and stomped down onto the kick start. There was a ditch around the side of the house, that I had to avoid, and I was soon tearing off behind the house, pushing up through the gears. There was a large school campus (maybe a college or high school) just past the field I sped across, and I began weaving left and right, so as not to hit the people just wandering along the grass. I'd heard another dirt bike, out on the street, and when the person had seen me, I noticed that he turned around at the stoplight, came up onto the curb, and started trying to keep pace with me.

The physics of the ride were all very realistic. I was playing with clutch/accelerator dynamics to do short catwalks, but was being somewhat careful, because it's been a long time, since I've been riding. Beginning to run out of grass, I came along the front of the school, just at the parking lot, practically shouldering passed a security guard. I figured I'd gone about far enough, and hooked a U-turn around the guard, squeezing the front break and twisting the accelerator back so that the back tire spun in an arc around me. Facing back the way I came, I took off once again, weaving between the students and faculty once more. Don't remember much more than this.