I was on a small journey of some sort. I was with a group of old friends: Andy , Stephen (from school and church), and some others that I don't remember anymore. We were kind of all in a van or a bus, and we were traveling through a fairly heavily wooded area. Even though it was wooded, there were stone walls on either side of us, and we passed places that had ironwork gates, and they were supposed to be like driveways or something to large and fancy houses.
I seemed to be having a hard time having conversations with these people. I felt like they kept interrupting me when I tried to start to say anything, and I didn't want to butt back into it. They were also passing around some pictures or a magazine or something. When it came to me, I realized it was a porn magazine, and it was full of these typical looking skinny blond girls. It turned out that these were pictures of the girls that we were going to be seeing. We were heading towards a party that was being thrown by these girls, and we had these pictures of them, but they didn't know it. We were all having a good giggle about it.
We finally got to the house where the party was being held, and we got out of the van or off the bus. We were standing around beside the swimming pool, which was kind of to the right end of the house just past the end of the driveway. It was behind large amounts of shrubbery and black iron gates and fences. We had drinks in our hands and we were dressed up somewhat. I was finally able to at least tell Andy about what I was going to say on the way here.
I told him that yesterday there had been a sword stuck in my head. He gaped at me a bit, and voiced his doubt, but I stood by what I had said. I said that there really had been, and I started to recount some of "yesterday's" events to him.
Soon after this, I woke up, but I realized that the two separate dreams (and they were separate, because I had woken up and gone to use the bathroom between the two of them) had taken the time of a weekend. How odd!
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