Dreams are p cool, man.

Apparently I was Jewish in my dream. Anyways, let's get started! Non-Jewish part first.
I went to bed around 2:30AM and woke up abruptly at 8:40AM or so.

I was walking down my street really, really slowly. Like, there were a few seconds between each step, and then maybe I'd stumble forward a few in a row. Anyways, I look to my right and see some property at the end of a long, gravel driveway. They've got partial fences everywhere, like they left gaps in what would have been a complete square, and their yard was filled with mock-orange, a plant my mom recently bought. There was also tall grass everywhere and patches of weeds and buttercups. I had the idea they wanted me to come and clean their yard up but I had been avoiding it. I continued walking and a little boy passed by me on his bike, making a comment about how slow I was walking. He was incredibly pale and had very, very blond hair. He was wearing a brown jacket, black pants, a dark blue shirt and he looked to be about 12 or so. I didn't really respond or think much of it until he passed me by again a few minutes later, going the other way (the same way as me). I could hear him as he was riding up behind me, saying things like, "I can't believe you're walking so slow, I'm passing you again!" I stared at him as he biked past me and stopped to lock his bike up and go into some big temple (possibly the Buddhist temple on our street but it looked kind of different). I said, "Well, you're on a bike." and he laughed and replied, "But I passed you like 10 times. You're walking very slow." and he ran off towards the temple. I was suddenly very angry and yelled after him, "I was meditating!" but he couldn't hear me.

And now for the Jewish dream.

Me and my brother were laying on a couch together, our heads at opposite ends and legs beside each other. I realize now it was the house I lived in when I was in grade 5. Anyways, we're both on laptops and our mom let us know that we're doing a Jewish tradition where we all have to give my dad a kiss on the cheek before he goes to work. We weren't really looking forward to it. So I'm doing something on my laptop, I can't remember what, but I switched to something else when my dad walked in to the living room. I never actually gave him a kiss as the dream switched suddenly.

I was now watching a woman run around and do some kind of military training. She was dressed in a white muscle shirt, camouflaged pants and boots. I remember thinking, as she was running around and lifting/carrying things, how a woman's movements or positions often seem inherently sexual whereas a man in the same position just looks like he's working hard.

My tripod (IRL) fell over and made an awful noise at it slid against the wall, so I woke up in the middle of the dream. I was going to go back to sleep but it's already 10AM and I'm p awake. Oh well.