Don't recreate anything that my dumb self did in this dream

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I'm at the summer camp that I normally go to. We are vanned over to a high adventure like place, and it seems to be a theme that Panic shows up in like all my dreams. (I guess they're always thinking of me*) Outside of this complex, there are chairs that resemble a theme park ride, as they go up and down, but you use ropes to control yourself. We went inside and it was like we were on the side of a highway. We started following the road on the left side and we didn't really know what our objective was. No cars were in sight as we trekked our way up the highway. We made it to a very steep incline that was physically impassible, and I had an idea. I looked over the edge of the road to find fog covering any ground that might be down there. I looked to my right and found what I was looking for, the support beams for the highway. There was a concrete slab holding them all together a small jump away from where we were standing. I jumped onto the concrete first, reassuring the rest of our group that I had done this before. (I have not, but I might have in another dream, I don't remember)  I maneuvered my way through the holes in the base of the support beams and right behind me was a person that we will name God. (Panic, shuddup) We made it to some elevators and we could finally see the brick floor from beneath the fog. I just jumped down to the floor and made my way into the fog. It opened up back outside the complex and we messed around with the chairs, eventually making an extremely unsafe little course. Once one of the swings broke from me sitting on it, my mom took us back to the camp. Apparently, my friend Maxx took some cigarettes and both me and her lit some up and I finished mine, shoving it in my pants, but she got caught and tried to call it candy. The thing is, I was blatantly showing the cig and wasn't trying to cover it up at all, and all I could think of after I finished smoking was "How many people saw me and wrote it down somewhere that I was smoking without making a scene of it?" and I woke up regretting my decision.   

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