It was weird, when I first woke up I couldn't even remember I had these dreams...but then I thought about it for 10 minutes or so and they started to come back very slowly...I'm going to try to explain them the best I can though
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I was in South Africa it seemed like. And I was playing Dodge ball in some old guys house. We were in a big room with, what seemed to be sand bags of some sort that we could hide behind. There were two matches played. When I was waiting for the game to start I was sitting on the side of the room Right behind a girl this is actually the girl that I like. Then the game starts abruptly The first match. So I sprint to the front and grab a dodge ball and head to the back of the room. there are a whole bunch jocks on my team. There huge and I find them as great barriers to hide behind. I make my way towards the left side of the room still using the jocks as alternative barriers. Then I break free from the protection and start firing the balls I have to the opposing crowd I miss about 1 or 2. By the time thats over a new game starts. The masses of people that were out flood back into the main area of the game On both sides I thought to my self " screw going to the back." so when a huge Bulldozer/ Dump truck comes out to give us the balls I gab as many as I can and sprint for the middle of the Room near the separation line, thats were a lot of sandbags were and decide to lead the attack. All of the dumb jocks are behind me with dodge balls at hand and I tell them to get down and get up here to the front. they did. When the game seems like it started I said "ok, on my mark, 3...2...1...Fire!" we all get up about to fire the dodge balls but there is an old man standing right there, and i shake his hand...and he is calling a truce or a ceasefire. But anyway thats when we don't do anything. And i turn to my army of jocks and explain whats going on... the dream ends there I think I say I think because my next dream takes place again..in south Africa
#2 I'm again in south Africa. making my way down a tiny path probably no bigger than 2 or 3 feet wide i get to a beach where there are houses and a lot of rich people in the houses. but no one is on the beach but me. I know that is anyone sees me that I'm going to get in trouble. I'm looking fir my Dad because I'm going to rescue him. So I'm sneaking behind all of these houses, and on the beach and I find my dad. then i find a table with gum and a lot of mints, and i take everything, because I thought we could use this as food for the long get away. We need a motorcycle to get away and we find one. thats where the dream ends.
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