The Helicopter/The Fat Waitress

This dream was probably one of the most clearest of all dreams I ever had. I can recall tasting food, and a whole shit load of senses I had experienced, so here's how it begins.

I started out zip lining down a line to reach a platform in the middle of a lake, accompanied by Bear Grylls, the British adventurer. We were doing some "Man Vs Wild" shit, until one of the crew members fell into the lake. It so happened that this crew member had went through the platform from underwater, instead of climbing over, and all of us were amazed by his "walking through things" ability. So this is where the story gets interesting. Out of nowhere I'm flying a helicopter with my group of friends that I ordinarily hang out with. I let Brent take the wheel, as he prepares to land us on the ground floor. We were pissed at him for landing on top of an FBI car, as we quickly took off into the air again. The FBI were after us because we were too young to be flying helicopters. Then I'm later trying to find something in some restricted area, while a worker catches me. I play along that I met him on AIM for some reason, and we chat about nonsense.

In another dream, I was with part of my family, and my brother's friends. We were in a restaurant, being served by the fattest/whitest waitress ever known to man. In reality, my brother and I share 1 soft drink and receive many refills in order to save money. Just like the real life, we had done the same in this made up restaurant of my mind. The waiter had caught us sharing the soda, and he threw a fit, shouting at all of us and screaming,"You're paying for that!" Then we moved to another table and talked a whole bunch of shit about him.

The end.