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I dreamt I started BC. Instead of SD, as I had expected, I arrived at a place I had previously dreamt about. This place was atop a rocky mountain almost off a cliff like the Grand Canyons. There's a wooden cabin used as a gun museum. In a previous dream, I worked in this cabin as a watchmen and mischievously place gum under one of the gun case. Anyways, this time I'm training behind the cabin in a clearing area where we'd all line up and perform some rather unproductive tasks. For those who were more experienced, they were to pass on boulders 5x's their size to the person next in line until the last guy who tosses the boulder off the cliff(this kinda reminds me of an old Greek tale, of a guy who was condemned to push a large boulder up the hill, let it roll down, and repeat. That was his punishment by upsetting the Gods somehow. I forgot the moral of the story but that's that). Our task was less extreme, in place of large boulders we were to carry heavy rolled up mats down the line and off the cliff. At first I was slow and weak. But after a Black dude confronted me, saying he didn't wanted punishment, I was extremely motivated and moved at a much quicker pace.

then I woke up with a nose bleed... wahmbulance