Sunday, October 28, 2007

Cheating for Charity

So last night was a weird and funny dream. I remember being is some sort of race or walk-a-thon or something. It was night time outside and there were all these people outside walking for some charity. I didn't recognize where I was at but it seemed to be in the country somewhere. The person that was walking beside be seemed like they were familiar or maybe a freind and we had like this little competive thing going on that we weren't talking about like we both secretly wanted to finish before the other one, so we were getting close to the finish line and all of the sudden I got on a bicycle and was getting ahead of them and I was weaving through the other people walking. My freind that I was 'racing' with got a little pissed off about this and right as I was crossing the finish line they tried holding onto the back of my shirt to slow me down. I remember thinking it was so funny how I was cheating to win. There was some lady at the finish line that was helping with the walk-a-thon and my freind started complaining to her that I cheated. The lady didn't really seem to care, she just said something like "It doesn't matter to us, your sponsors or paying you for every mile you walk, not who finishes first" then it dawns on us that we weren't trying to reach a finish line, because there wasn't any finish line, you were suppose to keep walking more laps until you couldn't walk anymore because it was all for charity, so there really wasn't any winning or losing or any certain finish line. This still didn't really matter to us though, the freind was still mad about me cheating and I still wanted to be ahead. I didn't really want to be ahead because I wanted to win the race though, it was more like I just thought it was funny because my freind was really trying to win and I was just wanted to win because they wanted to win, like a joke type of thing. I wasn't really taking it seriously and I knew they were really serious about winning, that's why it was so funny to me.

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