Hah, this dream is a vague, but that's my fault. I don't wake up early enough to write down my dream, get ready for school, make coffee, make lunch, eat breakfast, and wake up my mom.
Okay, so we were at a theme park, similar to that of one I've been to for four years [not IRL, in my dreams], it's always a bit different each time.
So this time I was in this ever-changing park, I went up an escalator [maybe that could be my dream sign, but that's only twice in a row] and found my mom. The trees in the background were looked like cedar and other Northern trees but I'm not sure. I was in my loverly black jacket of mine and it was mildly cool outside, 60F maybe [my version of cool, my states version of freezing]. My mom was wearing a jacket of sorts too.
Here's where lines start to blur on details, what was said, and how much time it took for things to happen. We went down a giant water slide that reminded from the water slide I went down in 7th grade [that's another dream], albeit I was dry when I exited, I even knew at what point how much more time I would be in the slide before I would be out of it.
The place I was at was warmer, included my mom, and some water related stuff. My mom was over at a black pot mixing in pork to an oden-like soup. I woke up as soon as that white plastic spoon, full of pork and broth, hit my lips. Like I said, things were blurry so I only put in the events that I was certain occurred.
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