A great memory of mine occurred in a dream of mine. The dream began in a beautiful grassy valley, much like those in New Zealand. I was in a line of other teenagers much like me. They seemed to be average people, but they all had more athletic attire. I heard a gunshot, and everyone took off into a sprint. I started with them, and I realized I was running at inhuman speed, as were the others. I started running closer to a boy with shaggy black hair and asked him,"Where are we going?!" He replied,"You'll find out! Just be ready to jump!" This confused me beyond oblivion. There were no chasms, streams, or any obstacles to be jumped over. The time came and he signaled me to jump. I did as the others did, and, rather than gravity enacting on us, we took flight. In the middle of flight, I was splashed with what seemed to be water. I turned around to see how that had happened, and one of the 'flyers' was plummeting down back towards the valley. I looked to the ground and there were artillery pieces strategically placed in the fields. "Then where did the water come from?" I asked myself. I hear an artillery piece fire, but all I see being fired out of is is a light blue ball. The ball hits one of the flyers, and she curls into a ball to prepare for her decent. I told myself,"Water balloons. Just genius." Before I realize it, I'm getting closer to the ground by the second, while eventually landing on my feet and sprinting towards a finish line. I may have lost that dreamt race, but the rush of having water balloons hurled at you while in flight is the most exhilirating feeling I've ever had. It was definitely a great memory.
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