1. (somewhere between 11:30pm-3/4am) There's going to be a track&field race going on soon. The athletes are huddling around the referee or a coach or someone of that importance, listening as he (the important guy) tells them what they have to do. All the athletes are male with blond hair and blue and white uniforms. I think they're doing some sprinting event of sorts. They're on the running field, standing a little off the side of the place they actually race in. (The place looks similar to the London 2012 Olympics track&field arena).
2. (somewhere between 4-9:30am) A group of people and I are trying to infiltrate this place owned by a bad guy (it's a really really big place--huge outdoor pool, even bigger mansion, etc). A few people and I go in to work there (as maids/other working jobs). I have the best access to the bad guy, though. We talk once in a while. I act pretty well, not obviously prying any information, I'm just trying to see what he's like to other people/workers such as myself. Suddenly he grabs my arm and hurts me somehow. I can't really remember what happened, but when he left with a threat (He probably found out that I was a 'spy' and told me that he would kill everyone else if they didn't leave his mansion), I couldn't walk very well, couldn't speak, etc. Pretty much, my head hurt and all my limbs, but not my upper torso. The other people in my group come over to me and talk to one another. For some reason, they don't know that I'm pretty hurt. They start discussing what steps they should take next to infiltrate the mansion. I'm silent. Sometime later in the dream, some of us are in a helicopter, going out of the mansion to report to our leaders. The rest of the group are leaving by foot. Sometime in the dream, my older brother gave me this kind of weapon and told me to put it in my black backpack. It's metal, and it's shaped similarly to a marshmallow gun (if you've ever seen one). There are two edges, and a place where I can hold it. When holding it correctly, it's sort of like a gun. The edges are really pointy and sharp, like a sword. Anyway, so it's in my backpack. When the group and I are leaving, I trail behind. My parents are with me for some reason, and now I'm in perfect condition. This one guy tries to stop me but then I pull out the weapon in one smooth motion. I see my parents exchange glances, and I think that they're thinking that it looks pretty hard and dangerous to use. But I seem to know how to use it pretty well. The camera goes to the helicopter, which is going away from the mansion/outdoor pool (the pool is REALLY big, like, almost as big as the mansion, which is huge. It's like one of those big hotel swimming pools except bigger and without tunnels, etc. It's a lighter blue color. The mansion is white colored, I think. Whitish-grey). I can't really remember anything else.
(twelve hours later...)
Oh! I just remembered something else. Near the ending of dream 2, I somehow found out that the bad guy's name was Nolan.
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