Dream 7-26-2016
Today is special. We've all, friends and family, gathered at my friends ranch for the day
to have a good time. It's time to take this party up a notch. My friends dad orders a large house-like water slide structure. It looks like a castle. To get to the top, one can either attempt the two yellow ladders reaching five or six stories up. Or you can walk the ever long ramp to the top.
Around fifty teenagers and young adults start up the ramps to the top. There are several pathways. I take one in which I am by myself for the most part.
The structure doesn't seem at all like a water slide. The hallways are long, wide and tall. And everything is made of stainless steel. We get to the top and try to slide down but the water isn't working. Water is supposed to fall from the ceiling all through-out the steel caste, but it doesn't causing everyone who tries to come to a screeching hault.
So instead of sliding, we make the water slide into a house, calling dibs on the rooms we like and taking ownership of it. I get a small room in the corner away from all the noise. It's comfy and cozy with a nice view of the gas station outside. I walk down the hallway and find a row of beds full of jocksters holding their trophies, as if that isn't cliche. I tell them that this is beginning to look like a frat house.
I walk outside and find lines of people playing catch. My dad is at the end of the row tossing a ball with one of the more troubled individuals here. My dad throws the ball a little too hard and it falls into a large bush. This kid goes to find it. Dream ends.
I wake up
Today is special. We've all, friends and family, gathered at my friends ranch for the day
to have a good time. It's time to take this party up a notch. My friends dad orders a large house-like water slide structure. It looks like a castle. To get to the top, one can either attempt the two yellow ladders reaching five or six stories up. Or you can walk the ever long ramp to the top.
Around fifty teenagers and young adults start up the ramps to the top. There are several pathways. I take one in which I am by myself for the most part.
The structure doesn't seem at all like a water slide. The hallways are long, wide and tall. And everything is made of stainless steel. We get to the top and try to slide down but the water isn't working. Water is supposed to fall from the ceiling all through-out the steel caste, but it doesn't causing everyone who tries to come to a screeching hault.
So instead of sliding, we make the water slide into a house, calling dibs on the rooms we like and taking ownership of it. I get a small room in the corner away from all the noise. It's comfy and cozy with a nice view of the gas station outside. I walk down the hallway and find a row of beds full of jocksters holding their trophies, as if that isn't cliche. I tell them that this is beginning to look like a frat house.
I walk outside and find lines of people playing catch. My dad is at the end of the row tossing a ball with one of the more troubled individuals here. My dad throws the ball a little too hard and it falls into a large bush. This kid goes to find it. Dream ends.
I wake up
