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Showing posts with label cheerleader. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cheerleader. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 8, 2017

Cupcake

Dream 11/8/2017



I'm working at a company called QRS. It is a recycling center. I am doing the landscaping. I bring my cat, Tandy, and let him run around. I have to admit, I am very nervous that Tandy will run away or get run over by a large piece of equipment. I keep an eye on him.

I start by mowing a hill. When I am done, I need to walk over to the hill on the other side and grab a flat wooden board. Then, I need to completely cover the wood with cupcakes and lay it on the freshly mowed grass. Then, the girls, I think they are cheerleaders, will come and take the board with cupcakes and return it to their building. I do this. When I am done, the hill is completely covered with boards, which are covered in cupcakes.

I walk over to the building where a bunch of men are working. I plan on mowing this area now. A bunch of cardboard is covering the grassy area, so I move it. I then get a call from my mom telling me that she is going to pick me up and I need to finish what I am doing. I look around and try to figure which is the most important area to mow. I settle on the front yard but then a guy named Ben tells me to mow another area. As he wishes.

I start mowing the area that Ben wants me to, which is the hill that I first mowed, just further down. As soon as I start the mower and move forward, I run over something. I cut the engine. My cousin, Quinn, runs over from the main building. I look at the object that I hit. I looks like some kind of Maritime equipment. Quinn makes it to where I am. I apologize to him. I offer to pay for the object that I destroyed. He says that it's okay but I know it isn't. I can see on his face that he is upset.

Later that day, my family, including Quinn, and me are over at the barn where the cheerleaders took the cupcakes. I don't see any cupcakes though. Just a bunch of farm equipment. Quinn points to an area of woods and reminds me of seeing something scary there. He then walks me deep inside the barn and shows me a room. The room is scary. I feel a heaviness here. I'm unnerved. I tell Quinn that I once walked in here with the lights out and I was alone. I didn't notice it until now, but Quinn seems a bit sinister. Just in the way he is talking and the look in his eyes. He isn't completely there. Something isn't right.

When the sun has gone down, my mom and I need to return to the barn. Maybe we want to see the scary room again. We try to turn on the lights but are unable to. We walk to the circuit breaker and try the lights there. For some reason, the lights will not turn on. Dream ends.

I wake up

Monday, April 3, 2017

The Prankster

Dream 4/3/2017



     My friend, Tim, and I plan on pranking the local cheerleading squad. Our plan is to sneak into the building and do a strange dance in front of the cheerleaders and their coach. The night comes when we are to do the prank. We walk into the building and the place is packed full of people. It looks more like a doctors office than a sports facility. We hide underneath a table in the waiting room. Several people in the waiting room see us but don't say a word about it. I tell Tim, "I didn't think there would be this many people here. I don't think I can go through with it." I back out. I leave the building but Tim continues with the plan. He makes it into the main room and starts doing a weird Aztec-like dance, chanting and everything. When he is done, he makes a run for it.

     The faculty are furious. They search the premises for the prankster but cannot find him. I sneak back into the building and lower myself into the indoor river. I have a straw hanging out of the water so I can breathe. I am spying on the people in the gym to see if they know that Tim was the prankster. A girl I know, Samantha, sees me. I watch as the coach walks outside the building, sits on a nearby bench and eats his lunch. Two skateboarders approach him and start doing tricks on their skateboards. I know that he will pin the prank on them. I make a run for it. I get out. A few friends offer to drive me home. I jump in their van. As they drive down the road, I ask them to drop me off at the nearest Target or Walmart. I plan on calling Tim to make sure he is safe and to see if he can pick me up. I come to find out that some people were so impressed with Tim's dancing that they are awarding him three college degrees because of it. One is a degree in Aztec languages. Dream ends.

I wake up.