An Unknown Game

November 5, 2010,: I found myself in a camp that was somehow familiar to me. I stood in a room where a window was near. I looked out the window when I hear dome people scream something at me what I had assumed to be German. Someone than came to me saying "You're on the red team." Not really knowing what he was talking about, I ran out the doors anyway and followed some people. I reached in my pocket and pulled out my headband and tied it to my forehead. I ran after my team. On the side of the road we saw some people. Besides me, everyone else was holding a pan. They ran up to them and hit the people on the side of the road in the head. Not really know what was going on, I simply walked behind them. I passed a familiar person, who I believe was my 7th grade Language Arts teacher. He hold an American flag, and I shook his hand. I climbed a hill and once I reached the top, I accidentally got stuck. I attempted to climb out, but I failed due to my fatigue. People walked over and watched me. I got an idea and started to punch the piece of earth that was sticking out. I broke off and the top of the hill rolled down and I found myself free once again. Than the dream ended.