Thanks, Debbi
Last night I dreamt that it was Kyle's mom's birthday, so my dad, a Debbi/Claire/Tabby amalgam, and I did the reasonable thing: we broke into Kyle's house (which, except for the backyard, was nothing like Kyle's house). Then we went into Kyle's room, which was a dining room for some reason. His mom was upstairs with Kyra but started coming downstairs, so the three of us sat down at the table and pretended like it was normal because we thought it would be funny...yeah. I'm going to call her L, because I have used "Kyle" too many times in this post, and "Kyle's mom" is going to add a bunch more. Anyway, L came into the room and laughed at us and then sat down at the table. Debbi/Claire/Tabby gave her a birthday card and we gave her a really weird cake.
Then everyone went to the fair! and we drove around a messed up Miami campus/uptown in a cab. There was a ride in a building that only had its skeleton still up and this guys dropped us level by level as we stood on plywood, then rocketed the wood upward and stopped it, which threw us up into the air and we had to grab onto a net in order to not die. It was awesome, and defies physics. Yay. By this point, Kyle had joined us. That's not important, but I wanted him to know that he got to go on the fun ride.
After that, everything changed and ghosts started appearing. They were basically people who were standing around, or moving slowly, and were faded. We (several people, though I don't know who) were in a yard/garden with a fence that had a lot of missing vertical slats and we were talking about something when someone pointed at the fence and I saw that a ghost was standing behind a few slats and was looking at us through a hole in the wood. Um, freaky. Yeah. I walked over to the fence and was thinking about punching her because we had been fighting the ghosts. She was tall, with a yellowing knit sweater and a long skirt, like someone out of the 50s. Her skin was also yellow, the way a cancer patient gets right before death. I was standing less than a foot away from her, looking at her, wondering if she was evil and should be punched, and I woke up.
Then everyone went to the fair! and we drove around a messed up Miami campus/uptown in a cab. There was a ride in a building that only had its skeleton still up and this guys dropped us level by level as we stood on plywood, then rocketed the wood upward and stopped it, which threw us up into the air and we had to grab onto a net in order to not die. It was awesome, and defies physics. Yay. By this point, Kyle had joined us. That's not important, but I wanted him to know that he got to go on the fun ride.
After that, everything changed and ghosts started appearing. They were basically people who were standing around, or moving slowly, and were faded. We (several people, though I don't know who) were in a yard/garden with a fence that had a lot of missing vertical slats and we were talking about something when someone pointed at the fence and I saw that a ghost was standing behind a few slats and was looking at us through a hole in the wood. Um, freaky. Yeah. I walked over to the fence and was thinking about punching her because we had been fighting the ghosts. She was tall, with a yellowing knit sweater and a long skirt, like someone out of the 50s. Her skin was also yellow, the way a cancer patient gets right before death. I was standing less than a foot away from her, looking at her, wondering if she was evil and should be punched, and I woke up.