Dear God, Thank You For Those Times I Had to Get Up Early on Saturday Morning
I'll make this brief so I can jump into the better of the two dreams.
Dana and I were running around the pool while Mom swam. Then we picked up some apples way in the backyard. Mine was old and gross looking. We suspected somebody was trying to poison me, and Dana kept repeating, "Send a sample to the lab." Yeah, that is basically it... ^_^
Michael Nelson (yippee!) and I were working on some sort of project at home. I was in my room doing busy work, putting things away in the closet like a Brian and Lois Griffin (McDonald-like) toy. A sweet old man walked by my room, another worker I suspect, and we chatted for a bit. Later I found the guy hanging up in my closet like a plain ol' shirt! I told him I liked someone we worked with and asked him how I would go about telling him. He kinda teased me until I confessed that it was Mike I had the blazin' hots for. I don't know if he was much help, but I thanked him and slid the closet door shut. Soon after, Mike stopped outside the doorway of my room and said Goodnight. Without saying anything I went over to him, hugged him for a long while, tenderly kissed his cheek (awwwww), then as I walked away I held onto his hand until I was out of reach. I just knew he was staring in disbelief. I went to the kitchen, so proud of myself. In a minute he came to talk to me. Then I was back in my room and Mike walked past again and asked how I was doing on work and I said, "Fine. Could spend some time away from here though." So he asked if I wanted to go out for a beer and I said, "Yeah! ...Is it a problem if I don't like beer?" He said "Yes." but invited me to his place (M/D's room, haha) anyway. Suddenly my room got bigger and my old interpersonal comm. teacher was sitting behind a desk grading papers where my dresser and school desk normally would be. Mike asked if I was allowed to leave (jokingly) and she said, "Yes, because she has such good grades." :D Mike looked at some of the papers and said something about Chris Thompson having really good grades. Anyway, we went to "his place" and spent a little bit of time together, me "subtly" dropping hints that I totally was in love with him. Then we went to another room where a table was set up. Three people and I lined up in front of it and a woman asked each of us a question. In order to leave for the night we had to answer the question correctly. We all did, but then this girl came out with a plastic cup and said we had to repeat the sound of her fist pumping into the cup. You know, a whoosh of air with an occasional farty sound! I was the last one and I thought I did ok. It was just like, pft pft or kff kff or something. Whatever it was, I did it right but she kept doing it and then sped up the pace. She was trying to embarrass me (and it worked). I buried my head in my arms and laughed, "You're only trying to embarrass me! I did it right now quit it!" I looked up and she was staring at me like, Hey, you'd better do this... Sadly that's how it ended. One girl and one cup ruined my dream. (Get it?)