My Dream

We were on the run from the cops. Not for anything that we had done, but because I simply looked like on of the fugitives they were chasing in this particular mall. Michael and I were running through the mall for our own reasons, so perhaps that added to their suspicion of us. I had a small cooler in my hands and inside was a kidney that was urgently needed at the nearby hospital for a transplant. We needed to get their in a hurry, but we were continuously stopped and then released by officers who thought I was their guilty party. A murder had been committed it seems, and they were in hot pursuit of the homicidal maniacs who had committed the crime. Each turn in the mall became more confused and muddled as we tried to find our way out. We ran up and down escalators, around corners and into stores, looking for the exit out of this retail labyrinth. Finally finding the door, it was dark outside and finding I had been separated from my companion, I found another friend (?) and we both ran towards the towering parking structure where somewhere inside was Michael’s car. He and I had confirmed with each other, that is case we got separated, we would meet at his car. As we ran, police helicopters and bloodhounds were scanning the area, several times detaining us or blinding us with the brightness of the police search light. Eventually making it to the parking structure, we wandered the rows of cars until we discovered Michael, hiding besides his car, waiting for us to arrive. As soon as we escaped the area where the mall was we became aware that several more friends of mine were in danger and needed our help. Forgetting the kidney (I guess…..), we drove out to Riverside to see if we could help them. Their house had experienced a fire, it seems, and they were forced to live with their neighbors because the smell of smoke was too overwhelming for them to remain in their home. As we pulled into their neighbor’s driveway, I jumped out of the car and ran up to the door. Their neighbors were stubbornly difficult; they would not allow me in the house, nor would they let me take my friends with me. The two we were trying to rescue are young, one 16 and one 8 argued the neighbor, perhaps we were trying to kidnap them. “Right from your front door!?!” I snapped back. Just then the two young boys in question pushed their way past the neighbor and began running with me towards the car. We hopped in, and sped safely towards my house. We were safe at last!
After a good nights sleep (the two boys sleeping in Amanda’s room, my friend in the living room and Michael on our TV room couch). We all, with Amanda, the next day went to a huge outdoor store just a walk around and return a few unwanted purchased items. The store was like a giant JcPenny’s/Target that had combined. As I was walking around with Amanda, we passed by the returns counter and Amanda told me she needed to stop and return some perfume that she had bought that she no longer wanted. As I walked past her and and returns counter, a voice from behind the returns counter shouted my name. As I turned back to look and see who it was, I noticed a middle aged Asian woman wearing a ton of make-up. Her face was so caked up, it looked like she had gained at least 10 pounds around her head. She was also wearing a really crappy bob wig of black hair that had a bald spot on it right at the top of the forehead. She called me again and mentioned to me to join her behind the counter. As I did, I finally recognized her; she was a previous teacher that I had had and apparently I was one of her favorite students. (Note: I have never had a teacher that fit this description or even one like it). She asked my for my advice on something and pointed to an area of the counter that apparently was still under construction. There were two vertical raw wood rails next to each other and a cylindrical piece that needed to fit between the two rails. It fit snugly enough, but the carpenter who had cut the cylinder had cut it too shallow and it did not extend the entire width that it needed to in order to sit flush with the rails on the backside facing the inside of the counter. I told her that if she pushed the cylinder forward so that it was flush to the outside where the customers would see it, they would be fine and the construction of the counter could continue. She said,”…
Then I woke up.

~ by Marisa on August 8, 2006.