my dream last nite is something I’d consider a nitemare.

For some reason I was running away from home with Al and Laura. We were in another…I don’t even know what. None of the surroundings were familiar to us. Then I saw someone familiar. Bernie, Carla’s father. He looked incredably depressed. He offered to take us in, and we went to their house. I told him if Carla saw us she’d rat me out, so he told us to go into the garage. He gave us clean clothes, food, and everything we had been lacking in since we had left home. The house they were in was sort of big, two stories, and long. We went out to the back and his children came out to play. There was a little boy, about 7, and a girl about 11. I remembered Stephie telling me something about how Carla was really nasty to the boy, but he seemed so sweet. Then I heard Carla wake up. I ran back into the garage, dragging Al along with me. We sent Laura in to let Bernie know we were leaving. But Carla caught on, and came out, trying to get a good look at me. But we ran.

The next part of the dream that I can remember involves being back with my mom. Usdan Chris was having a Sweet 16, and I had just barely convinced my mom to let me go. As we were leaving, there were these lawn people there. One girl. I recognized her as an online artist. As they were leaving I got in the truck with them, and told her how much I liked her artwork. I got out of the car just at the end of Gnarled Hollow. I started walking back home.

We ended up in school. For some reason, we were in Ms. Trettner’s classroom. I changed into my clothes behind Ms. Trettner’s desk, then called Leonard to invite him. We were waiting for Leonard for about an hour before whatever girl I was with and I went outside. We walked down a bit, and then saw some fat homie girl shooting at Mr. Kettler. Mr. Kettler got in his car and drove away, the other girl close behind in a Jeep. We ran back inside and turned on the news. The news said that the Jeep had driven 2 Ward Melville teachers off a cliff. It then cut to a shot of two cars falling and smashing at the bottum of some kind of cave. Then Caroline, looking angry, ordering people arround. Apparently she was the leader.

I forced myself awake, and I can’t remember anything afterwards. I hate this dream.