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At first I was at home, or something like that. Maybe I was at a cottage or something, but I was with my mom. I held a red thermos in my hand, which was filled with cold pink lemonade. The stuff was pleasantly sweet with a hint of tartness. Then my mom decided that we had to go to another continent; I think it was Europe or Asia or something. We had just gotten off the plane, and were standing on a street. Then we went to some wedding party, and I was with my class. There were only about 6 of us, and we all wore red shirts. We had to set up something for the bride; when the music started playing, we would then all follow her. We were also supposed to put on these white veils, but I was too late to get one from the storage room in that gym, and so I had none. I feared I would be scolded for lacking one. But then I realized that the rest of the class was here too, and only the few that had gotten the veils adorned them. Somehow this turned into me and KA playing a game, or something. There was pasta and pasta sauce, and I started making it. Then there was some other food, and I wondered what it would taste like with the pasta sauce. I told KA and she said she had been thinking the same thing. I shrugged and decided to try it; it was quite nasty. And then I was outside again on the sidewalk, walking hastily to where we had come to meet my mom. Apparently we were going home. As I did so I drank from the thermos. I had topped it off before with water and coffee apparently, and so I tasted each layer of flavor: first the coffee, then the water, and finally the succulent lemonade. In the next dream I was at some sort of beach area. My mother told me that we had just come from my school and now we were going to walk down this place to the end to meet the heir and then walk back. "Heir or mayor?" I asked. "The heir," she replied. "The heir of what?" "The cottage." I said something along the likes of the cottage not being worth it, but we kept on walking. The place had random pools and random water everywhere. There was some ditch in a hill that held a pool, water randomly flooding some parts of the road, and a vast lake to the left. The water was absolutely beautiful. It was a rich, bright, green-hinted blue, and ever so clear. Somehow I had my purple bikini on. I walked around like this not caring. I also had a shirt, a pair of goggles, and a bike helmet on. Some guy riding a motorcycle raced past us and whistled at me. I then took the shirt, which suddenly turned longer, and let it cover me. But yet two other people whistled at me, even in the long black shirt and my bike helmet and goggles. I later felt the helmet on my head and decided it must look pretty stupid since I was not riding a bike. I took it off, but fumbled with it for a good minute. Then I took my goggles off, and realized that my helmet was magically on my head again. I struggled with all this stuff, and at the same time tried to pour a bucket of water over my head. I felt the water push the goggles down on my eyes; it hurt a fair bit. But finally all the stuff was off, and I held all of it in my hands. The dream ended there.