The first part I don’t remember too clearly. It seemed like I was going through dark dank basements or hallways.
Next I was in a classroom. The teach gave us an English test that tested our vocabulary and reading comprehension. A question that I remember asked if an excerpt represented creationism or not. I was then given words from the excerpt that I had to define.
The final part was my friends and I trying to find a roommate for our house. A woman came by and we let her share the second floor with me. While we were eating on the first floor, one of the roommates came back drunk with two others and they were messing around and put a big dent in the wall. I got mad and started screaming at him. Apparently, the woman he had thought was his long lost mother was not anymore, but later on the woman who was our new roommate told him that that was not true and that she was his mother and loved him very much.
I was hanging out in class and had lunch with Emily, an elementary school friend. It was like a class that was outside where we watched a video. And for lunch it was just nasty looking food.
I was in a store called Eatmo with a friend to try and talk to another friend. The only way to get to my friend to talk to him was through a ring engraving station. The lady running the station would not let me through unless I let her engrave my ring. The only ring on my fingers was a silver wedding band so there was no way I would let her touch it. I told her I’d go buy a ring from the store next door to let her engrave.
I walk into the store next door. It’s a clothing store with a lot of t-shirts and sweatshirts with funny phrases on them. I wanted to get a custom t-shirt that said Eatmo Sucks or something to that effect. I looked over to my friend and there were two Korean guys hanging around him who were clearly stealing his wallet. I yelled to my friend that they were thieves and ran after the one that bolted out of the door.
The thief who had my friend’s wallet in his hand pulled out a wad of cash and threw it at me. I grabbed the cash and kept chasing him. Just then my friend from Eatmo came out of the store and I yelled to him that that guy was stealing money and he gave chase as well. The original runner was too far, but one of the other thieves came running out of the store and my Eatmo friend tackled him. The thief’s head smashed into the floor with a tiny cloud of smoke. Another thief came running out of the clothing store with my friend chasing after him. He got knocked down as well and I remember telling them both to, “Kick them in the head!”
On a side note, it seems that every time I’m running in my dreams, it’s like I’m under water and in slow motion.
I was out at a restaurant with my family when a group of Asians started making fun of my mom’s singing. I called them out on it and told them that if they’re going to make fun of someone they should sing something to show they don’t suck at it too. One of the girls volunteered. I had a feeling that she might actually be good. Why else would she volunteer? She sang something and I didn’t think it was bad, but I also couldn’t think of a witty comment. I settled on just lying and saying it was bad and calling her a bitch.
