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I had a dream that I played in a competition with my grandparents in the field house with other kids and their grandparents. The competition was who could rip off a big sticker from a ball the fastest and smoothest. We won. Then I got onto a train, abandoning my family to go on a trip to Amsterdam that all of my friends were on. The entire time I was on the train I had this overwhelming sense of guilt because I knew I shouldn't be on the train with my friends while leaving my grandparents and brother behind. But I was having so much fun I ignored it. Then we reached the middle of some scary place in Eastern Europe and I wanted to turn around and go back. The thing is I was only on the train for like maybe an hour at most. Then I ended up being like I NEED TO GET HOME GET ME HOME NOW to the scary eastern european train people who didn't understand English. And suddenly my dad was next to me at the train station and thats when I told myself while I was dreaming that it was a dream and told myself I could wake up now. My heart was like out of my chest I was so stressed out because I thought I wasn't going to be able to get home from like the Ukraine or wherever the fuck I was. And all of you were like totally chill with the idea of being stranded in the middle of NOWHERE. It was fucking stressful.