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In this dream I was going to high school. But it wasn't like a flashback from when I went to high school. It was like going back in time with my current knowledge or something similar. I had a backpack, white shirt and plaid skirt with white socks and black shoes. I was traveling by myself and it was a long trip. It seems I was coming from one town to another, or simply that my house was on the outskirts of the town.
I was walking and saw some strange, shady streets that at first glance didn't look safe. There were tents on the side of the street, like the ones I used to sometimes see in the town festivals. I was a bit scared but I still walked through that street because it would be my way of getting to school sooner. I walked very fast.
At one point, the sound of a voice made me come to a complete stop. I heard my grandmother's voice, so I turned around and walked towards one of the tents. She was there with friends. They were doing some charity work as usual. I said hi, gave her a kiss and I kissed another lady that was with her. It might have been an aunt of mine. Grandma looked ten years younger, and her hair was different. It was longer, and straight almost. I just stood there and looked at her, at how good she looked. But then I remembered I had to go to school.
I ran and then I was at this house. It was a big, old white house, very nice looking, in perfect condition and sturdy. Someone I knew lived there. I had a cat with me, it was a big tabby cat, black, white and gray. The house was very tall and I had to go down and out he front gate. There was also a giant tree that was part of the house. The tree was beautiful. I used the tree to go down, and it felt almost as if the tree itself was carrying me down to the ground on one of its branches, which felt smooth like finished furniture. I had to leave the cat in this house, which concerned me at first but then I remembered, it wasn't an indoor cat so he'd be ok. There were some big letters on the side of the house but I can't remember what they said.
I was going to cross the street to get to school, but there was scattered traffic, so I had to wait for a good moment and run. When I started running I was very, very slow, as if my legs were extra heavy. I even tried to use my arms to push myself but I was so slow, and I knew it was because this was a dream that I was so slow. My brother J showed up, pulling a little cart with his bag on it, and he made fun of how slow I was.
I knew it was a dream the whole time. Grandma is sick so it made me happy to see her that way in the dream.