I'm on a wheel and turning. Everything's spinning. Colors swarm together and apart. I start to get a headache, but it doesn't persist. The wheel starts to go up and down. I wake up.
I am living in a camp where everyone must work. To get to work, one must venture into an old abandoned building, climb a few stairs, and go to the window. Out the window was an ocean that the person must swim across. For some reason I, and only I, knew a much shorter way of getting to work that didn't involve swimming. Next to the abandoned building was a hill. If a person goes over that hill, they will be in the same place as after the swim. A few people figure out why I walk over the hill. The rest just swim.
I am standing on a wood pier in a light blue bathing suit. I walk to a big yellow slide. I'm at a water park with a camp. Just now, I realize I'm dreaming. I'm about to fly or do something else nifty that you can do in dreams when I wake up.
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