My dreams appear to be getting shorter and shorter. Either that or I am just remembering less and less of them. Either way, I am still remembering parts of them and can write them down. This dream started off in a somewhat weird version of the high school I went to. I was inside of the Pit but the track was inside of the pit and not the AstroTurf stuff located within it. I was running along the track until Ethan (older) came along and we started walking alongside me. The sprinklers were on in the inside of the track and people were using some big ol' hose of some sort, spraying the people walking by. There was also a fire somewhere in there but nobody was worrying about it. We finished our round along the track and went over to the band room when, upon entering, somebody used the fire extinguisher on us even though we were not on fire. The two of us were late for class, apparently, and we just let the white foam from the extinguisher stay on us.
That day was apparently the day that we were turning the band room into a pirate ship. Which everyone thought was pretty normal. Ethan was letting the sails loose along the windows and I was at the wheel near one of the windows. I was steering it nowhere really and there was a large mast in the middle of the room.
Then I woke up and went on with my life!
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