dream #11
I don't remember who I was with, I think it was Melanie. We were sitting on these big rocks in the middle of this big building complex and smoking a hookah. There wasn't anyone around. When we were finished, Melanie tossed the charcoal into a little grassy patch with a small tree and it caught fire. We immediately ran over, Melanie tried to put it out with her sweatshirt and I threw some water on it, then there was a little boy who was walking by and somehow some of the fire got onto the top of his head. It went out immediately but it singed his hair and he was crying and still walking away. I yelled to him asking if he wanted me to pour water on it and he was like "NO I'm late for math!" He walked in the direction of one of the buildings and then back another way like he was lost and was walking back and forth like the fire had burned away his sense of direction. As Melanie and I were packing up, a TON of people came outside (like class had been let out or something) and a bunch of people crowded around this boy and were on their cell phones glaring at us as we frantically packed up to try and get away. Two big hispanic guys came and linked arms with us and lead us over to where all the people were. They told us that the police were on their way. I was frantically trying to think of something else that could have started the fire other than a hookah, because if my mom found out I was "putting fire into my lungs" as she calls it, she would be pissed. I could hear all of the other people saying the word hookah, so I know that they were going to tell the police that that's what it was.
Sometime later, we had like a lawyer (who was actually my high school band director Mr. Priode) and he made up this totally bogus story to tell in court and it was really stressful. All the while, my manager at Chuck E. Cheese's had told me to come in at 3:45 to work my first shift of the summer (I'm not working there btw) and I wasn't going to be able to make it because of court and it was really scary. I was almost more afraid of my boss than the judge at court. haha
Sometime later, we had like a lawyer (who was actually my high school band director Mr. Priode) and he made up this totally bogus story to tell in court and it was really stressful. All the while, my manager at Chuck E. Cheese's had told me to come in at 3:45 to work my first shift of the summer (I'm not working there btw) and I wasn't going to be able to make it because of court and it was really scary. I was almost more afraid of my boss than the judge at court. haha