Oct 25th, 2010, 08:52 PM
Funny, for school I had to write about a dream I had. I'll just copypaste my assignment.
What is my mom thinking? I don’t want to be in a princess pageant. I’m the oldest contestant here. I hate this puffy, blue-green dress she’s given me, and I hate being surrounded by children. My mom’s yelling at me to suck it up. I can only stand and watch the rodeo with the other contestants. But the three-foot-high bulls are starting to get out of control, and the crowd begins to scatter while I opt to flee for a gas station just down the street from my old elementary school.
Trazahra and I stand here, at the bridge over the bay—whatever bay it may be—prepared to fight the zombie horde on its way. The sun is shining off to the east, and I can see Baltimore at the other side of the bridge. Trazahra’s dressed in her cop uniform, I in my soldier uniform. There’s about twenty other people with us, as we see three soldiers run past us, screaming something. On the horizon, the horde is moving at a rapid pace. Weapons at the ready, we prepare to charge---and promptly charge for the left, toward the supermarket.
Once inside, I lose sight of Trazahra, instead opting to jump into a shopping cart and drive it about the store. As I round a display of cheese wheels, a man, clutching a tub of vanilla ice cream, proclaims he will kiss my sister before the zombies get him. Not caring, I veer the cart away from this strange man, joining three guys about my age, driving their own carts. We veer down the cake mix aisle, narrowly avoiding hitting a free sample stand, as we drive through the inventory room and out the back door, cheering and shouting, seeing the bright sunlight just outside.
But once we’re out the back door, one of the guys yells about the police! There’s about fifteen cops and four squad cars in front of us! We lose the carts, running to the left, but I hear another guy shout, “Velociraptor!” It turns out as we’re running through the woods and down the hill, the police department’s velociraptor unit is chasing after us! We split up, the guys running toward the Union and I toward Glen Towers, but unfortunately for me, the velociraptor has opted to pursue me! I’m running up the hill, turning to see the velociraptor closing in, bounding over hills! Hold on, I’m thinking, I can’t get caught! So I hit CTRL+ALT+DEL and go to the task manager, selecting “Velociraptor,” then “End Task.” The velociraptor’s jaws are only a foot away as they disappear! But the world around me’s disappearing as well, square by square! I’m falling!
Now where am I? It looks like I’m in some kind of house! I’m making my way through the halls into different rooms, when I reach the kitchen, which has walls painted navy blue. I come across Ozzy Osbourne, standing at a stove, a single pot resting on the front left burner, as Ozzy proclaims he’ll never summon zombies again. I can hear rock music, electric keyboard, and a gospel choir, as they recap the entire dream in joyous song! I make my way to the next room, where the gospel choir is swaying and clapping their hands, doing jazz hands as they narrate the zombie section of the dream. I rush downstairs, where the velociraptor is dancing with the police officers! I run to the back porch, as I look up at the sun shining down! I’ve survived the pageant, the zombies, and a police-trained velociraptor, and my reward is the most amazing rock opera I have ever heard!
The moral of this story is: Don't have chocolate before going to sleep.
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