Dream 1
I was at the top of some hill in a park. I was running, maybe with a group of people, though they may have left me behind. I was running down the huge hill now with a stalk of dry phragmites (a tall invasive grass in New York City's parks) in my left hand. The stalk was bent maybe one-third of the way up from its base so it stood out from my arm at a right angle.
I swished the stalk back and forth and did "tricks" with it like it was a sword.
I saw a small group of men at the bottom of the hill. I felt stupid for doing "tricks" with the stalk, especially for believing my activity actually was some kind of real martial arts-esque training. I eventually reached the group of men.
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