Oddly enough I had a strange dream yesterday morning. I'm not sure where everything was switching around but the bits I remember had to do with what seemed like a summer camp thing with a final night. Then I remember having to take my sister to school and when I was trying to return home I felt like I was being herded to what looked like an abandoned concrete garage (those big ones with multiple levels) and was pushed in. I kept being told to go in and find my way out. This confused me because there was an exit not even 20 feet away from me. I tried to go out that way but it didn't seem to work.
This morning was just as weird. I remember being in my kitchen when my dad came in holding a phone saying someone was calling in about a cooking scholarship I had won. I just looked at him and said "I didn't enter for any scholarship. I don't even like cooking!" The next thing I know is we're scrambling to go somewhere and I kept getting these exciting mental images of football and the cowboy blue and silver stars, but I ran into someone (don't know here) but I recognized that person as a friend and there was something I had to help him with. I felt a bit sad about this and I'm not entirely sure why.
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