casket, naked race and kayaks

busy night.... I didn't even eat ice cream before bed

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I think it all started with a wedding. I saw my friend who is going to get married in Berlin. The feeling was a bit tense. Things didn't seem to be going right and she was annoyed. Then I was at the reception. It was part inside, part out. Lots of people chatting, dressed nice, milling about. My mother was there somewhere. I overheard her say something about a casket outside. I thought...I knew that was my name! I ran back out there to double check and it was a little marble box with my name chiseled on top. I opened the box and there was a body inside... mine as a baby. There was a card and a spiral notebook on top. It was my mother's hand writing. It read that she had killed me and felt regretful. I had been from another man she had met and she couldn't let anyone know..., it would have been a disaster, so she killed me before I matured so it wouldn't be obvious where I came from. (sheesh)....
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Then from around the same area, I was in a race. I think the same people were attending. It was a naked race though. I was cheating a bit in that I had cotton undies on (like the kind you wore as a little girl) and I was holding my chest. My excuse was that my hands were busy supporting my upper half so I wasn't able to take the undies off. I was not going to run naked. As we were getting closer to the finish line, there were supporters cheering us on. I ran into an ex-coworker and said hello to her, and then kept going. I was near the lead, and was kind of proud that I was more in shape than I expected. The race ended inside the building where the reception was being held and there was a cash prize of some sort.
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So.... a man was on the side of the road. I'm not sure if I could see this or just knew it. Like he had crashed, but was under water? Something like that. Some men in kayaks went out to save him and I was with them. They rolled the man over into a kayak that had a lid that would cover it. It was more of a "trailer" for kayaks. They told me to get in with him and I said, no, I was claustrophobic (seems I've always been pronouncing that word wrong). They said..."you are not claustrophobic" but then I kept pushing the point. I didn't want to be in there with that man... nor in something I couldn't wield in a river. Then I actually started feeling claustrophobic thinking about it and I said "See!?!" So, I jumped out and got in my own kayak and went out ahead of them to get away. They were not happy and trying to come after me. I was going at a much quicker pace to where I couldn't see them behind me anymore. Then I was kayaking on the road. More like sledding down the hill. I would have to put my hands out and grasp the asphalt in order to make turns. I was thinking ... at some point this will not be downhill and then what will I do? Then I was hoping that I wasn't in the way of traffic. I didn't want to cause an accident and just as I thought it, a huge pile up happened in an intersection. But I somehow had an aerial view (pretty gruesome) and I could see I wasn't at fault.