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BICYCLE RIGHTS

I was in an isolated portion of the ocean with some other people. We were part of a class that was about dolphins. The teacher was an older fellow. Each person in the class had to choose a specific type of dolphin to have as their partner. In order to choose your dolphin partner, you had to draw a zig-zag pattern down the dolphins back. I found a dolphin I wanted, and drew the pattern, but it ended up disappearing. So at this point there were only two dolphins left for me to choose, one really disfigured one and one that was more like an otter. The teacher described the second dolphin as being not actually a dolphin, but rather a wolf-like ancestor to the modern dolphin. The teacher then asked me what was in the ocean, and I said bottlenose dolphins. He said that he thought I would be better suited working with a bottlenose dolphin. So I left the isolated area of the ocean and entered the larger ocean. At that point I noticed my dad standing on a jungle-gym-esque contraption in the water. I looked back in the direction of the all-elusive bottlenose dolphin, but I ended up waking up.

Potentially inspired by that episode of NCIS where the undercover FBI agent attempts to sell the satellite missile targeting system to some arms dealer.

I had to assemble some type of operating system. The man (dunno who) told me that the information was stored on six microSD chips (however, they were much, much smaller than usual microSD chips. They were a bit smaller than the size of an average 4th finger nail). I had five of them, but could not find the sixth one. I later discovered that it was in the apple I was eating. I pulled it from the apple, and assembled the six on the desk that I was sitting on. I had the idea to load them into a computer (I am currently in "my school's" computer lab, however, in real life I had never been in a building like this before) and then copy the information to a flash drive that I had in my pocket. However, I was worried that others would see this and that I could potentially get into trouble.

I was watching this story unfold in third person.

A guy wearing a loose white tank-top with blonde-ish hair was trying to become friends with a group of people hanging out at a park. He hit it off with them at first, but it was soon found out that he had done something wrong, and people began to dislike him. He was sentenced to build a jungle gym in the park. He eventually completed the jungle gym, but people still seemed to be upset with him. He build a slide out of large wooden planks, but missed putting one on, and a kid who slid down fell through the slide. He said that the wooden planks were priced at $128 a piece. I understood why he didn't want to finish the slide.

I was ordered to stay after school in order to fulfill some type of punishment. I decided to leave. My car was under a school bus, so I got in and put it in neutral and it slid out from under the bus. Then I started it up and drove towards the road. However, when I got to a stop sign, a Suzuki Vitara drove by with the detention teacher in it. She waved for me to follow. I ended up following her, for fear of getting in trouble.