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I woke up at 5:55 that morning. We had been told to get up at 6:00, and God usually woke me up 5-10 minutes before that, which was nice.

That night I had a dream. It was a very interesting dream, so I told the girls about it.

In my dream, I’m standing in a room wearing a wedding dress. All of the girls from my crew are in the room with me, wearing bridesmaid dresses. (They were a peachy/coral color, in case you wanted to know. :)) Sarah Margaret comes walking over to me.

“I knew you would marry him, Brett! Ever since we met each other on Outward Bound, I knew you would marry him!”

And I woke up right then, so I didn’t get to hear who I was marrying.

When I told the girls about it while we were taking the tarp down, they insisted that I knew who it was.

“Oh, you know who it is. You just don’t want to tell us. Who is it?”

“I’m telling you, I have no idea. It’s not like this is the first time this has happened to me – I have dreams like this all the time! Either I’m getting married, and I have no idea who the guy is, or I have kids and I have no idea who the guy is. It happens to me all the time. I promise, I’m not keeping it from you.”

“You really have dreams like that?”

“Yep! They are really annoying, because I want to know who the guy is, and I never know. But sometimes, I will have the next part of the dream the next night. So if that happens and I dream the next part tonight, I’ll let you know what I find out.”

We packed up and got down to the van as fast as we could. We were late, because it had taken so long to get the tarp down.

Everyone got in the car and passed their bowls up to the front. They started passing bowls back to me so I could pass them back. I looked down at it in disgust – it looked like we were going to be having cardboard for breakfast.

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*Everything here is from my own memory and may not be correct. Outward Bound is not responsible for anything I post here. Thanks too NCOBS for letting me use their photos.*