To Do Great Battle

I'm up on a tower that is near the preschool I went to (there is, of course, no such tower by my preschool.) I'm reading magazines and I am performing some sort of experiment that involves tying bags of bread with writing on them to cords and throwing them over the edge, then pulling them up one at a time. The bread is suppohsed to represent children, and tat the last one would stay hanging and die. At the time I had a flashback within the pdream to when this hapened to me during preschool, and how lucky I was not to be the one left over the edge. Someone shouts up at me. I throw the bread down for ducks, trying to make the chunks land in a stream and failing. I then climb down.

Now I'm at the house I grew up at, but I'm naked and running around in the mud. My father comes out of the house and says I should stop because I wasn't even invited.

Suddenly I wake up, but I never washed my feet off from the night before, so my feet are covered with mud. My dad comes in and asks If I want to watch a movie. I say yes and that I can't believe I acted like that the night before.

Now I'm back by the tower, standing a ways away from it. It's in a large grassy field (nowhere near the preschool.) I wander the field for many days fighting monsters with a sword, and protecting small villages.

Then I woke up. For real this time.