Another weird dream. This weekend, a friend of mine, who I shall call Lynn, went to drill. Apparently they went shooting at the range today or something. I always did wonder what they did at drill. So I guess my dream was I went there too. Here goes.
I'm at drill with my friend Lynn. I went with her because for some reason I can this time. They were all in...I guess PT clothing? I don't know. Whatever this place was, it looked more like a park/camp ground. It had nice green grass and a lake with a fountain in the middle. It even had cute hills. Then there is an eating area that is under a roof with rooms for a bathroom there. So there I am with my friend Lynn. I'm actually not in PT clothes. I'm wearing a white tank top with my hot pink shorts. I stuck out pretty bad.
So Lynn tells me we are going shooting. We get to the shooting area and everyone else takes these big guns (rifles?) out of their pockets and I only brought two small hand guns in my pockets (I don't know where these pockets came from. In real life, these shorts have no pockets). Lynn and her friends see that and laugh at me. So she tells me to go home and get my rifle. Fortunately, home was walking distance away. So I leave the little park thingy to go home.
So I'm walking home and there is some kind of slowly spreading fire near the park/camp. There wasn't anyone out on the streets except me so I figure they had all been evacuated. Anyway, I miss my turn to home because my parents had moved into a new house and I wasn't familiar with the neighborhood yet. It was all very confusing. I pass by a school bus which was not a school bus at all but a pickup truck where they put children in the back because for some reason, that is the accepted practice of busing children in this area. So I pass the bus and finally am one block (but a very long block) away from home. I try to surprise my parents by sneaking through the backyard but they happen to be on the patio so that was a fail.
My mom and my aunt are on the patio hanging out. It's a nice covered patio that is painted white. Wherever we are, from the patio, you can see the river. So I go inside the house and the storage room is next to a small bedroom. I peek in the bedroom and the baby (I have no idea where that baby came from but apparently it's part of our family) is up on the bed, awake. The baby sees me looking and starts to cry. My mom comes in to get the baby. I go in the storage room and get my rifle and head back out the house through the front door.
The house we have now is a nice single home that looks pretty spacious on the outside. So I leave the house and cross the street. I am walking and my friend Derek is calling my name, telling me to come over. So I go and he asks where I'm going and I tell him. He tells me that they are all just hanging out in this open roof restaurant, eating. I look inside and it's pretty much everyone I know from CCM there. They all say "Hi Megan" in unison. I'm almost tempted to stay and not even go back to the drill place. But I tell them I have to go so he tells me to take a brownie. I go ahead and take two. With one in my mouth and another in my hand, I run back to the drill place.
I'm running and it seems like the slow fire has spread a bit since I passed. It is still burning on a few houses and trees down the street I'm walking. Still no one around. It's actually quite an eerie silence and there are no sounds of ambulances or firetrucks coming. There aren't even any sounds of animals around. So I keep running and eventually reach the drill place. The front of it became flooded because I guess the fire melted some of the huge ice sculptures and now the water from it has flooded the place. The people aren't shooting anymore and they are in that eating area, which is raised from the ground so the water isn't there. I walk somewhat in the water and my friend Lynn tells me that they are done shooting. I went home for nothing. I'm so mad because this is the third time she has told me to go home to get something that I ended up not needing.
I ask them if they are going to do anything about the fire, you know, being in the national guard and all. They tell me they keep hearing about the fire but they don't know where it is. *facepalm* I tell them it's right outside the gates of the park. So they walk over to where I am and see the fire. They just stare at it but don't do anything. Anyway, drill is over now so Lynn and I drive back to my parents' house. It's nighttime now. We are out on the sidewalk. Lynn is talking to some of her friends from drill. She then tells me to go buy some cigarrettes in the store nearby. She hands me a $4 bill and a $1 (wherever we are, we have colorful bills). I agree to do it and go in the store.
The store is pretty small. It's about the size of a child's bedroom. The owner of the store is the cashier. He is some African guy whose English is not very good. I'm trying to ask him if he has cigarettes but he is having trouble communicating and he is mixing in Spanish with his English and I suck at Spanish so it isn't working out that well. I thought he was talking to me about cigarettes in his shop since there were boxes that looked like cigarette packs on the wall behind the counter. What he actually told me was a friend of his was selling this really awesome something, whatever that something was, you can smoke it. So I'm trying to figure out what he's saying and he tells me that his friend is selling that something at his store in some place. To tell me where it is, he shows me a map and points to where the city is. He then tells me that it is going to be on February 12 and the store will open secretly at 3 am and you can only get it then so I better be there.
The store suddenly dissolves and turns into this field on an island. So I ask him how far the place is or how long it would take me to drive there. He tells me it is about 60 songs away if you are playing music. I wasn't really going to get much more out of that so I happen to have my fishing rod so I go ahead and go fishing. I catch a few fish and put it in my bag for tonight's dinner. After my bag is filled, me and the guy go to the entrance where the bridge is to leave the island. Lynn meets me there and says she wanted to go fishing too. But it's too late and I'm already done. So we are walking on like the wooden pier when we get to the bridge.
So the bridge is now white and I know that wasn't the bridge before because this one is made of plastic. Apparently they were doing bridgework and we didn't get the memo. We start to go up the slippery plastic bridge. I'm holding on for dear life on the railing. This plastic bridge has lots of holes in the middle, big enough for anyone to go fall through. There are a lot of large fish down there in the lake surrounding the island we were just on. So I close my eyes and go up as fast as I can. But I swear, the plastic starts turning into a plastic bag as we go up. I'm the last in the line so the plastic bag is all stretched and the holes wrap around my ankles instead of staying hard plastic. My friends reach the normal wooden part of the bridge and pull me up. I have to untangle my feet from the plastic.
I'm relieved now that we are on the wooden part of the bridge. We are so high up right now because of the height difference between the island below and the cliffs around it. We are walking, and then the bridge just falls. We hold on for dear life but at least it is wooden, so it floats on the water. At this point I'm pissed. It was becoming my worst day ever.
The End.
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