Nothing Strange About This One...
Sydney and I were vacationing in some little city. I was driving around these streets that were more like back alleyways. There were lots of people walking around. It was a warm, sunny day, too, but most everyone was wearing long pants. As I was driving, I kept seeing buildings with graffiti and murals on them and I really wanted to take pictures, so I told Sydney we had to find a free place to park so we could walk around and snap photos. I found this little podunk grocery store parking lot with no parking spot lines filled with old cars and decided that was good enough. As soon as we got out, Sydney gravitated towards an outdoor market thing and found this brown tank top that had like a bikini top, a band under that, and then there were holes near the bottom that looked like little flowers... I think. She wanted it so bad but it was a large and she needed extra large or something. I kept looking at her then the shirt and finally I said, "You really can't fit into that?" and she said she needed an extra large and I replied, "Is it because of your boobs?" and I chuckled but she didn't find it funny. I told her to keep walking but she wanted to keep shopping (more like staring at the shop lady because she felt she had lied to her when she said that was the last one she had), so I decided to wait for her instead of going off on my own. I sat down at a picnic table and watched this big screen that wasn't too far off, but I quickly got bored and walked into the store next door. They had art supplies from paint brushes to tiny little pens with even tinier refillable ink cartridges, and then they had sports stuff. As I was browsing, I looked over my shoulder out the window to see the shop owner sitting outside. I recognized him from before (60s, fat, glasses, grey hair) and knew I had actually been to this shop years ago, and I didn't want to make small talk with him so I hoped he had not seen me. Well, he had. So he came in and showed me this little baseball player figurine (like the Pierzynski one I have) and said, "You know [name], right?" and I said no but he kept going like I had said yes and he asked what I thought looked different about the field he was standing in. I took the little figurine between my fingers and said, "It looks like he's in some sort of... army.. barracks?" and he said, "Exactly" and he took me outside and we sat down in chairs that were up against the building and he started telling me this war story. Between us was his son, or his grandson? He reminded me of a young Curtis (Sarah's brother). As the story went on, a HUGE storm blew in. The wind was whipping the trees that were visible over the nearby buildings and the rain was coming down horizontally, almost. Where we sat was unaffected though. I don't know if the guy finished his story, but he said he had to go talk to his wife or something, so he left me alone with this little boy. We had met before, too, so we had much to talk about. It was a breezy conversation and I enjoyed talking to him. He reminded me (or told me for the first time. I don't know) that he was born in Boston and I told him that was nice and that I was going to live in Boston, too. Then he told me I had made that day the best day for him just by showing up and talking to him. I was like awwwwwwwwwwwww, you're, like, 11 but I want us to get married and be in love forever. Haha. I thought that, I did not say it! The storm ended and I decided I had to go find Dana, so I said goodbye to the little Curtis kid and ended up in some open grass area. There was a canopy and underneath it I found family. I only remember Mom, Glenna, and maybe Donny and Tammy, but there were a few others. I asked where Dana was and Mom and Glenna tried to tell me but they weren't making much sense. They led me to a group of boys standing on the sidewalk and I kind of looked them over real fast and was like, uh, she's definitely not here. Then the two of them were shouting directions, even after I had spotted her, and I think I just ignored them. Here is where things got really weird: Dana had birthed three puppies instead of humans. Nobody but me found that disturbing. I forgot the names of them, but they were normal human names... Then she had a fourth one that turned out to look like Rachel's miniature collie, Tally, and was carrying it around having just given birth to it, apparently. She was walking up this curved sidewalk to a big white building with three stories and columns and such and I was following her and she told me she was almost done bleeding and that she just had one more cycle to go. I was more than grossed out and just said, "Oh. I didn't know they could tell you that..." Then I asked what she named it. I thought she was saying Petey, so I was like, "You named it after Dad?" and she's like, "No. Wheatie. WHEATIE." And I kept saying Wheatie and she kept saying Wheatie until finally she's [or Troy was] like, "Wheat Bread." They named their fucking dog baby Wheat Bread. Hahaha. Then I was just like I have had enough of this and woke up.