Clan Crisis

Date: 4/25/2020

This dream started off with a contest. There were various clans, each representing an element that participated in a contest. Me and my friends had to participate in the contest . We conquered a few of the opposite clans’ bases and felt like we were winning. We met this guy who became our friend. With this guy, we attended a wedding, at a hookah parlour. Apparently this guy makes cannons and is the groom. We were practicing for the contest in an abandoned building with this cannon made out of chart paper that the guy(I’m gonna call him G) made . Later, we went back to the wedding and G called our contest group to the same building we practiced in. He made a cannon (out of paper) that shot wood stalks. He then started firing at us. I had a hookah machine which was a backpack you blow air into to create smoke from a trumpet attached to it. I used it to somehow find out that G was not G , but impersonating G. He was from a rival clan and he wanted to win by sabotaging us. We defeated him with....... green apple syrup? I don’t know. It gets really hazy after this point