The Dancing Man

A Nightmare From My Past

One dark night, my mother is driving home.

     She drives lonely roads lined with corn and bean fields. Off in the distance, in the middle of a field, she sees a light. As she focuses her gaze, she sees a man. He is dancing. Not elegant dancing, SCARY DANCING!!! His moves point to his insanity. Who is he? Why is he there? Why does he dance? He knows she is watching and that is the point. Dream ends.

I wake up.

Miley

Dream 6-21-13

I am sleeping on the floor of a second story building. Many of us are sleeping here, including my mom. The room is open, meaning, there aren't any walls, so we are practically outside. A few people are walking around, they must be restless sleepers. I decide to raise my head up and spit off the balcony. I then lay back down. The man next to me gets the blame for what I've done. The man at the front says that I couldn't have possibly spit off the balcony because I was sleeping and I have a book next to me about dancing.

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Our alarm clock is a band at the front of the room. I could be wrong but I believe that it's Miley Cyrus singing. God help me. Dream ends.

I wake up.