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I had a really long dream last night but I can only remember the very end of it.

I was running on this bridge across this HUGE, deep lake, and it collapsed and I drowned. I woke up and I felt like I couldn't breathe, and it scared me because for a second I really thought I was having a heart attack or something. D:

OMG, it was really scary.

I went into a chatroom I go into a lot, and they had started like, two or three seperate new chatrooms instead of just having one. Everyone was in one, but only a few people were in the other/s, including Alex.

Alex was talking about something, but I wasn't reading the chat and kept interrupting her to ask her questions. I didn't realize she was talking about something important(?) so she started yelling and screaming at me.

I was sad.

Two dreams that were both related, both detailed, and both really long. In both of my mind and memories from now went back to inhabit a much younger me, except that lots of things were really different, especially in my family structure.

The first dream send me back to being about age 7 and at the school I went to, except that it was out in the countryside, and that the children were all being mistreated and squirrels were being used to make the faculties food (don't understand it myself). The thing is that in this dream the voices and apperance of the children were the voices and apperances of the children I used to know, I could recognise them and put them to their names and I'm sure they were correct. I can't remember any of them now though. What happened was that all the staff were entirely corpulant and just kept eating, only coming out to yell at us for not washing dishes. The only adults that weren't like this were the principal and this lady with a whip that kept going on about mannaaars.

Eventually, this is where it gets weird, a large group of people I know now (except as children) appeared and told me they were here to help. With them all of us rose up and stormed the school, cleared out the adults (much to the dismass of the flailing principal), though the whipping lady disappeared. The only way we managed to do it though was because my younger self was utilizing the planning of an older me. Eventually we got on the school bus and it took us 'home'.

The second dream ran on from this, though has nothing related. Essentially it was something like 3 years later and I was 10, again my memories went back into me except this time I was in control. Myself in my 10 year old self in the past. Which of course led to all the adults thinking I had become increadibly smart suddenly and they thought it was some sort of joke when I told them I'd be normal again.

In this dream, the house I was living in felt like 'home', but I know it wasn't as I've never been in such a place. It seemed almost like a rearrangement of my childhood home, perhaps with the house I lived in when I was 3-4 added to it. My family was completely different too. As you may know I am the oldest of four boys, well in this dream I was the younger child and had two older sisters and an older brother (who had died - the main focus of the dream), one in her teens, one age 26. But they felt like family. I can't explain it, it felt like I had always known them.

Anyway, three things happened in the dream, the first was me playing with my sisters and baiting them and making complex jokes at their expense since it was me in there, not 10 year old me. Which they both thought was odd. I also annoyed them by taking photos of the younger one in bed half asleep which involved me getting chased around the house and into the hot water cupboard. Sooner or later we ended up cleaning the main upstairs room which was filled with strange brass victorian instruments.

The second thing was that my grandmother from my fathers side (though she looked nothing like my grandmother. My Mother and father in this dream looked as they would of when I was ten) came to me in a dream (she was dead) and told me to find my older brothers 'treasure' he had hidden in the house. I can't remember exactly but I was given two words that were clues. Upon waking up I found my bed covered in foreign currency mainly consisting of Australian Dollars, German Marks, and Francs. My other grandmother, from my mothers side appeared (she looked exactly as she did now) and said it was a gift from here travels and then left.

The third part was me looking for my older brothers 'treasure', apparently I had been entirely devoted to him and loved him alot, he was my idol and I kinda stopped learning or living for quite awhile after he died. My parents in the dream were worried about my mental health as I was acting odd again. The first clue led me to a doorway I had never seen before (it was something about the display over the doorway which conincidentaly in the same one over my current kitchen), and the second one I struggled with until I realised it was a name in this old phone book lying on the rafters (the doorway led to inside the roof). Where the name was there was an arrow, pointing to a hole in the wall and upon reaching my hand in, I pulled out a dusty cardboard box with an ill-fitting lid.

I opened the lid and inside was a small collection of gemstones, bullet casings, and a little black and gold book, the kind of stuff you would expect a kid to keep. Unfortunately the dream began to end before I could find out what the book said, it was some kind of profound revaltion and the reason as to why he had been killed.