I was a little kid again, and I was playing a lot with my best friend. At the start we were jumping on the trampoline with some other kids, playing a game. Whoever was left standing won. I launched my friend and he landed on the bars, but he couldn't get hurt. My family then went to a nice restaurant where a lot of people didn't like us because we were Mormons. I asked to get an extra place mat and I ended up talking to the manager. He told me he used to prefer non-Mormons but now he liked the Mormons. His whole staff still didn't like us though. He asked me how much restaurant experience I had, then offered me a job right there when I said "a lot." I told him we were moving in a few days (I didn't know where) so I had to turn it down. We then went to a big dance where I found out we were moving to Sweden. We got there to our house on the beach in the summer, and it was so nice we thought it'd be nice all year, but the winter hit and it was freezing. Our family consisted of me, Mom, an older sister (17-ish) and brother (15-ish), and a younger sister (11-ish). I was about 13 at the end of the dream. My little sister, who turned into Paige, got a package from a friend in the military, and it had some pictures and a medal of honor in it.