Dreaming

Not the "I have a dream..." kind of dreaming. The kind that happens while I sleep, specifically the kind that makes me think I'm absolutely losing my mind when I wake up and realize the story my brain just told. I don't normally write down my dreams, but this one was just too good to pass up. Last night in real life, I took a Chemistry test, which I suppose this stems from.

My class was separated into teams. Each team took their cumulative scores from past exams, totaled them, and whichever team had the highest score was the winner. When the winner was about to be announced, I got a nosebleed so my team was disqualified from the competition. I was so ashamed that this happened that I ran outside onto the cobblestone street, hopped on my bicycle and rode off as fast as I could. I sped down the street dodging kids with balloons and vendors on the sidewalks. I needed a place to hide so I ducked inside a burger joint and pretended to wait in line, still on my bike. When it was my turn to order, I told them I would be back in 6 minutes (I wanted them to think I was a customer because I had used the bathroom and it said 'customers only').

This is where it gets good...

I pedaled my way through a door in the wall connecting to the next shop which was a small sitting room with a lady sitting inside a balloon shaped like a smoothie cup but with only her head poking out where the straw would be. This wasn't odd to me, and I thought it was some sort of carnival attraction so I wanted to try. They handed me a balloon which felt tight as i stepped in and pulled it up to my neck. They inserted the smoothie pump and proceeded to fill the balloon until it reached the desired shape. It felt more like a slurpee, more icy than milky. I was disappointed because the first lady's cup was rainbow colors and mine was only pink. I was then told to pop my balloon I just had to kick so I did. I felt as though I wanted to tell the world what I had just experienced so I stepped out onto the sidewalk and grabbed Catie and another unidentifiable girl and pulled them inside. Catie thought I was crazy but agreed to do it to humor me. They only had one balloon left, so unidentifiable girl didn't get to try. Catie refused to put her feet in, so she folded herself in half so her head and feet stuck out the top. Because one must kick the balloon to pop it, and her feet were not inside, the shop owner had to pop it for her.

Fast forward to back on my bike, flying down a neighborhood sidewalk with Tommy on his bike behind me. I hit one of those raised cracks in the sidewalk that happen when a tree root grows too big. I flew off my bike and landed in a pile of groceries that a man was unloading from a van onto his driveway. He proceeded to invite Tommy and I inside for dinner so we helped him bring his groceries in. Tommy started cleaning the refrigerator and discovered everything this man had was expired by at least a few years. Tommy didn't feel comfortable throwing away things that didn't belong to him, so he started marinating the chicken for dinner instead. The man came in the kitchen and said, "Oh, teriyaki. That sounds good."

The end.

If you read this whole thing, good for you. All these images were cluttering my mind and maybe now that I wrote them I'll feel more organized. Or I'll go mental and start confusing dreams with reality. Either way, Happy Thursday!