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I was sitting at a table in a dark and crowded restaurant/bar, which was a few hundred miles from my home. My dodgeball team was there. Some strangers at a nearby table began harassing us, especially Rick. One guy said that Rick's hair smells like the dandruff that it emits. Rick was the better man and just laughed off the insult and ignored that table. But I spoke up to them, asking, "Where on earth did that come from?" They replied, "We were just playin'." The patronizing tone in their voice rekindled rage in Rick, and he stood up and walked over to their table and began fighting them. For some reason, I got up and ran away from the scene, out of the bar entirely. I later returned and found my whole dodgeball team fighting other people. Everyone was wearing black masks similar to those of fencing, and almost everyone was armed with shotguns. My team was in a line preparing to shoot a volley at the antagonizers. Pandaemonium began, and I was instantly scared, but more so enraged because all of this violence and inevitable murder was utterly unnecessary. I could not recognize anyone due to the masks, except Josh whose light blond hair was visible. I tried to run away from this place again, appalled, fighting my way through the increasingly interested crowd of spectators. I heard some girl say, "Shotguns only remove 25% of your body when you get hit." I ended up in the streets of some town at night. I, with some other person, ran into Meghan. I was so relieved to see her. She said hi to the other person, and then turned to me and greeted me with a jocular shove on my chest. I was caught off guard and fell back, but managed to grab her coat before falling, which only caused her to fall too, landing her right on top of me. To my great surprise, she decided to kiss me, and then she was absolutely beaming while I was momentarily dumbfounded. Then I kissed her, twice. She got up and went away somewhere. I later found myself in a back alley of sorts, crawling through very tight spaces, trying to push my head through a wooden door that was smaller than my head. Josh was watching me from behind, and I was explaining to him everything I was doing. Every time I hit my head into the tiny door, it made a musical sound, and it was clear to me that this is what pot smokers hear whenever they are high. I was back in a street, and a dark van pulled up to me from nowhere. In the passenger seat window was Meghan, and I pointed at her in a very rapid and precise movement. The windows rolled down, and she said that my reaction just then was creepy. Later I was in someone's apartment. My older cousin Tim was there, and he began explaining his career to me. I was flashed-back to seeing him, now with blond hair, on the plains of Australia; his job apparently having to do with massive animals that the world has never yet seen. We came upon a massive beast that resembled a buffalo, but it was the size of a mansion, somewhat rectangular in shape, with very small legs. Its head was low near the front legs, which made its upper hide appear disproportionately massive. Tim was running around, getting it mad. Its facial orifices were beginning to pulsate with a bright red and yellow light, a sure signal of this thing's rage. I suddenly became aware that these immense beasts had the ability to shoot great plumes of fire from their mouths, so I assumed that this one was "charging up" for just that event. My cousin Tim then finally ran away, sprinting across the land at hundreds of miles per hour, and I was merely following automatically, floating, because this was still something of a flashback. He made his way to some swamplands with crocodiles, over which he bounded with ease. Soon I was driving on a highway that was guarded with great electric fences. I was trying to get home, despite still being in Australia. Traffic was bad, and I eventually saw that cars up ahead were turning around one by one, the road evidently being blocked.