The Adventurer

I'm just waking up at 5:45. I can remember two of my dreams so far. Maybe this is because of the waking journal started last night? The date is 7.17.10.

1- I'm playing a game of... dominoes? I'm playing with my mom, my brother, cousin, and also uncle (we are taking turns sitting out since it's a 4 person game). It is extremely competitive and there is a big prize for the winner. I think my uncle knows what it is, and I think he likes it because I is extremely motivated to win. We are all in large cabin/vacation home in the woods... deep in the woods. Don't see any other houses. The game is like an event, one event in a much larger competition: family olympics. I remember making my cousin really angry. He claims i'm not playing to win and i'm just making it so that he can't win. He shouts and cries and eventually up and down the stairs a few times to release some of his pent-up energy and anger. I don't remember who won... but it wasn't him

2- Now I'm in a race, but is it really a race? I'm chasing a few other people up a very steep hill. Its just another part of a road. There are quite a few houses coming off of the road. The abundance of woods feel similar to the house I was just in. I feel exhausted and worn out from all the running. I don't know what we are running to... YET. I remember seeing another group of people running from the opposite direction. They have a soccer ball!??! It's like we are two teams playing soccer on one REALLY long field (better call it 'the street'). I remember my team winning the ball. I can't remember or recognize any of my team mates and none of them look as tired as I feel (maybe i'm just out of shape :'(... We push forward. It's like the field is never going to end, i'm never going to see the goal. I do however see the goalie eventually (so far from his goal?!?!?) But it doesn't matter that he's far from his goal because I never even reach his goal. I get over run by the opponents.

That's all I can remember for now... Also, I feel tired writing this, I feel exhuasted. It's not from the lack of sleep, I feel like it's from the race. Maybe my subconscious needs a rest.