Old, Stale Poptart

I was hungry, but there was nearly nothing to eat in the kitchen. The only thing I saw besides vegetable oil was pop tarts. I decided to just eat one of those. I headed back to bed, and the house suddenly became a boat, and night turned into day. I went back into bed and secretly ate the pop tart, but was caught and yelled at.

I was really sad because I hadn't had a birthday in two years. It was two of my cousins' birthday party (which is actually today). I can't remember why I hadn't had a birthday the first year, but that was when I went missing (the whole poptart/boat thing, I think), and never got a chance to have my birthday. I thought about it and was close to crying. They had taken notice to the fact, and the party turned out to be partially mine (which I didn't want).

I went to an outdoor carnival/casino t0 buy something for some guy; a friend of Teresa or Ellie's friend. I invited Andrea. It was the first time I had seen her in months. We were walking around and I saw Brittany Murphy. She was pregnant. Still walking, I went to say hi to her, but she was very paranoid about people being around her baby, so she walked away. I just continued to walk and kept telling her that I was sorry. I said it over and over until I walked too far away from her. Andrea and I walked into a candy store. The store was in one large, square, wooden room with only three walls (like the back of a trailor truck when it's open) and a wooden ramp to go up to it. I saw some Sour Punch candy, and decided to buy some. I wanted green, light blue, and dark blue. I had the candy, but remembered that I forgot my money in my purse in the car. I asked Andrea for some. She gave me $20, but when I looked at it, I noticed that she had given me too much: an extra $100, $50, & $20. I returned the extra money to her and went back to buy candy, but dark blue was gone. There was black, but I didn't go for it. I got candy and two pairs sunglasses. The vender didn't charge for one, because he thought Andrea was Vietnamese like him. She went along with it, and he said something about a Vietnamese convention of some type, which she knew nothing about. Then she started singing the national anthem. He gave us our change and we left. He made a smart remark and I sarcastically laughed and told him that he should be a comedian.

When we had gone outside, most everyone had packed up and gone home for the day. There was an exchange of money somewhere else. I warned the guy about not giving me too much change back. He did anyway. He gave me an extra $5, and $1. I gave him the five back. Andrea and I went back to the car. I was driving on a maze of freeways, but there was tons of traffic. We were at a stop. Andrea started telling me about how women become traumatized about... something. I can't remember what it was, but it had nothing to do with what she began to explain. She said that when they were little girls, little boys would show them a paper cut out from a magazine or something. It was just one sheet, completely white with a black border. In the bottom left corner was a photo of what was being advertised: a tall glass with milk and ice. On the rest of the page was the name of the product. I believe there were butterflies in the page, as well. The boys would tell the girls that they had to place their heads against the page. If it was too big, they were teased mercilessly. For a child, this was very bad. The girls would do it, but they didn't know that it was a trick. They became traumatized, but I don't know what triggered it (again, it had nothing to do with the story). Andrea said that it was never regular milk. It was always milk with ice cubes.

After that, we wanted to go gambling but we were still stuck in traffic.

Summer Night's Christmas

It all took place in the evening. Sam and Joe told me that they were moving to Hesperia soon. By soon, they meant that same day. I remember walking over to their new home, which is exactly where they live now only instead of turning right onto their street, their house was on the "main street." I didn't go in, or talk to anyone. I just remember walking up to the house.

That evening (I think) Sam and I went to school. We were both the newbies, but it was as if people already knew us. We were all having lunch outside, but were surrounded by three brick, heavily painted, blue walls. Sam and I were like a team; it was us and them. We were just being ourselves, careless to what the others thought of us. That didn't matter, though, because they liked us anyway. We were having a blast.

Not sure if this was the same dream, but it also took place in the evening. I went to the second home that my mom and dad owned. It might have been a condo. It was two stories (which is strange because my parents would never buy a two story home, let alone a condo), maybe two bedroom, one bath. I remember walking in and feeling right at home, like it was where I belonged. It was warm and cozy. I knew that we rarely ever visited that home, but it was nicely furnished. Lots of warm colors. I went upstairs to a dark bedroom (the lights were on in the hall). I started toward the bed. I was going to hide underneath it, like I had done once before. In my dream, I remembered about the first time I hid under there. A man came in. I don't remember if his intention was to kill me, but I "escaped" by hiding under the bed. I guess I anticipated his return, so I did the same this time, knowing that it wasn't going to work again. It was hard to get under the bed, though. The mattress sunk very close to the ground. I sensed him coming, and finally saw him.

Then the doorbell rang and I found myself walking down the stairs, never knowing what happened with the mysterious man. As I was heading to the door, I noticed that the Christmas decorations were up. There was gold everywhere, and a large Christmas tree stood in the living room. I opened the door and was greeted by my neighbors. They were there to welcome me with a batch of cookies, but I knew they were really there because they were curious about who I was. I told them that my dad owned the place, but we rarely used it. I was just there for a little weekend vacation by myself. They told me that it was a shame the house was empty so much, and I told them that I was considering paying rent and living there permanently. They said that they were actually thinking the same thing, and wanted to speak to my dad about it. I told them I'd mention it to him.


Very anticlimactic.