I Wnated a Dream... But Holy Crap..
So it started off with us going to AN. Me,Melissa, Cat (?), and a bunch of random people from school. They didn't wanna let me in cause I didn't have my social security card. And I was french/Japanese. I think I was joking around and pretendign I couldn't speak English. It was wierd cause it was raining so we all had to stay in this tent thing so we just took pictures for a while. I was really worried about this random white wig I had on, and I really wanted to find more wigs. So, for some random reason we left, with the ID-giving-people all mad cause of all the trouble we were causing. I don't remember what we did outside of the AN place, but when we returned it was with Fink. We went up to the door (Yeah, there weren't doors before, but now it was actually in a nice big hotel) and the guards tried to grab me, saying somethign about fianlly finding me. I was really confused and I kepy saying. "Nani?? Nan desu ka? Nanishiteru no???" Cause apparently at this point in the dream I actually could not speak English. So, struggling, with a French accent, I finally got it. "What are you doing? I didn't kill anyone! No one is dead!" And he looked at me all somberly and another guard came over and grabbed my wrist (He was huge, taller than Aaron...) and shouted "Tell that to Michael Phelps and the 4 other people we had to cart out of here in body bags!" And I freaked out, cause really, I hadn't killed anyone! He handcuffed me (I think) to the stair case thing, and he was telling me stuff. "How did it happen?" I asked. "How did they die?" And he took out one of those dry pain pallets, the ones that come with a paintbrush and the colors always get mixed. Apparently, it wasn't a paint thing, it was a chemical mix thing. I took it to look at it and then I looked up at the guards. "Fingerprints. You have to record that I touched it here, now my fingerprints are on it! You're trying to plant evidence!" And he looked down at me with this evil look. Just then, Brittany Sansone was carried past on this Arabic looking throne thing and I freaked. "She framed me! Brittany want me in jail!" And somehow after that I escaped with Fink and Amanda. We were in a class room discussing the murders and it was our assignment, in indvidual groups, to find out who the murderer was. Then we were dirving around in random cars and talking to each other on cellphones but, it turned out that Fink knew what happened. Apparently in our like... 8th grade science class (that happened to take place in the high school...) we were allowed to mix these chemical things, and they had flavors, but you weren't sposta drink them... (Yeah I have no idea, even in my dream I was kind of confused.) And the people who had died got ahold of a batch that Fink had mixed, flavored as "Juice" and died. I told her it wasn't actually her fault, and me and her, Melissa, and Sergio started walking up this huge-ass steep fucking hill. I mean, we seriously had to hold on to trees and stuff to get up it, while this little black kid kept following us with a CD player, trying to record us saying something about the murders to bring back to the cops to frame us. We got up the hill (we had been going to Mike's house) and me and Melissa spotted him first, playing basketball. (we had all been holding hands like in the Wizard of Oz). So I let go of Sergio's hand and ran foward but now there was a shit load of people there and Mike had to shake everyone's hand and say hi and I finally got over to him (and now I was holding my blanket) and I had to call his name a few times before he saw me. So he looks at me, still holding his basketball. Dave came up behind me and held me in this brotherly way. "Mike, I'm supposed to be in jail..." Collective gasp from everyone, quick stare, then everyone went back to what they were doing. "Why?" "I'm being framed for murder." He shrugged and walked away. I felt crushed and leaned againt a wall. Devin and Kayla were trying to get into a closet (from a past dream) and I knew they weren't supposed to, so I stopped them. Mike's mom thanked me and I leaned against the door.
End. Of. Dream.
End. Of. Dream.