|Bus & Parties & Trick-or-Treating & Friendship & Jealousy & Community
Author: iwritelovestories PM
I had a dream. I typed the dream in Word. This is what ensued.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Words: 871 - Published: 11-17-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3075209
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Author's Note: Hello! This is a dream I had last night. I'm sorry if it's confusing, it was confusing to me. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Troy Barnes from Community was not intended to be in this story, I am just posting a dream of mine, and he showed up.
I am on a bus ride, I don't know why or how I got there at all. I am sitting, and the bus ride is fine. I notice Rachael to the right of me, but other than that, the bus is empty. I am surprised because she and I are not talking.
I get up and go to the back of the bus, I notice the 'it' couple in a seat. They are both lying down, facing each other. He is looking very deeply into her eyes. I wish someone would look into my eyes the same. It is all very romantic. Only when I return to my seat do I realize that it might have been Katy, from the 'it' couple, but it wasn't the right guy. I guess she was cheating on him. That's okay because you can clearly see who she should and does love.
For whatever reason, I get off the bus and I am at my house. My parents ask me to go Trick-or-Treating, on Thanksgiving. I comply, obediently. I have an orange evil pumpkin on my pillowcase and I set off. If you close one eye and squint, the pumpkin starts to dance. Somehow, I find myself in a very large neighborhood, all the houses are humongous, twice the size of my house.
I pick any random house, and I knock on the door. I get no answer, but I open the door anyways. The house turns out to belong to one of the most popular girls at my house, and she is having a party. I have to sneak in because she and I are not in the same social class. But, I am shocked when I walk in. My best friend is there. My bestest friend in the world. It is not the bestest friend you are thinking of, he is only my bestest friend in the dream. I walk out just as shocked as I was before.
I am met by my mom, dad, grandma, and grandpa, and I wonder where my sister is in all of this. They try to enter the house I just exited, and I quickly wave them away, saying, "No, you can't go in there. There will be alcohol, it's a popular girl's house. She's having a party."
My mom asks, "Why weren't you invited?"
"We aren't friends," I say.
My family walks away; I don't see them again that night. I am about to leave as well, but then I realize, I've left my orange evil pumpkin dancing pillowcase in her house. I sneak back in there to grab it, and I see my bestest friend having the time of his life. I start to cry and leave the house.
I am back on the bus and I see Troy Barnes. I'm confused though because suddenly Troy is my best friend, and he is still the same person from Sabrina's party, but he looks very different, and his name has changed.
"Hey!" He says to me.
I walk over to him, even though I am angry and upset. He raves about the party, and he tells me he got laid. I cry, and he laughs. Suddenly, I am wearing a skirt, and Rachael is wearing shorts. I feel cold. Three more people enter the bus. One sits on Rachael's lap. I am confused because I didn't think they were friends. One comes and sits in the seat next to me. I am told I have ugly legs. One disappears.
Later, I find myself back at school for a Photo & Film workshop run by my old teacher, Mrs. G. I attend. I don't know why though, because I am not interested much in Photo & Film. I am surprised to see all my friends, and everyone I talk to at school there. I believe that drama will ensue. Anna has skipped her school for the day to attend the workshop.
Mrs. G is very glad to see her. Anna sits next to me, but we aren't talking. Mrs. G makes an announcement about how nice it is for Anna to be able to join us. She displays some of her pictures and raves about them. The pictures are pretty.
I move to sit with Kaylee because she seems upset. I did not know why. She says that Anna's pictures are beautiful, but she is not the only good photographer in the class. She seems offended. I tell her about when Mrs. G once came to Kaylee to ask her to make something for her for something, to cheer her up. She seems happier, and we all sit together.
The workshop is very fun, and then it is all forgotten. I love my friends very much, I think.
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