Bad bad dream

Thursday, February 22nd 2001 10:37AM

In about thirty minutes right after Jennifer had left, I had a nightmare. Almost like a half-hour sitcom.

It must have been reading up on the seven deadly sins again and reading about the movie Seven.

Thomas and Chris, former psuedo-enemies in Lafayette, had told me that they would murder someone. Then place the body in a closet in my house. It would be the body of Destiny Cram, someone who I had a short-lived friendship with in the fifth grade, because she was the new girl then. I had been working at a stadium and waterslide park. At first, I was handling the slides. The patrons, little kids, went down, but kept climbing back up. "Now they're aren't supposed to do that!" I noted to my associate.
Suddenly, the head of the park came by. My associates and I hurried to make sure everyone would treat him nicely. We draped a huge tarp across one side of the stadium. When he came, we would pull the stadium and everyone would be forced to clap and cheer.
Suddenly, my sister told me she found the body.
It was really my fault because I had pushed Thomas and Chris to do it. I had to go into the time machine. Abruptly, I was in my dorm. I didn't know if I rescued Destiny if it would change my fate. Would Thomas and Chris come after me too? Nonetheless, the night of the supposed attack on Destiny (somehow I knew), I prepared. Yet I didn't have a ride home. I had told my parents about it (why them...I don't know) and they said it was nothing to worry about, because things like this really don't happen. Right.
However, I was afraid of going home. I didn't have a ride. I had came here to my dorm to escape the terror of those two, because they had threatened me endlessly. I had no ride home. Taking the BART would be risky, because then I would be in public...and besides there was nobody to pick me up. I'd have to walk the 2 miles to my house.
"Don't leave me alone!" I cried as my roommate left for home.

Then I woke up...at 10 am.

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