People from school and I, were on a ride at a theme park, on a field trip. On this ride, you are in a roller coaster-like vehicle and go around this track 3 times (over bridges and stuff). I guess the first 2 times were boring since people said they were falling asleep. But I kept trying to tell these people that on the 3rd time it’s supposed to be dangerous and faster (like the picture on the map in my hand). Well, the ride started again much faster, like I predicted. Most of the bridges where falling (or seemed like it). But at the end, the vehicle actually went airborne and so close to the top of a bridge that some people were touching it. Even though I haven’t been on a ride like that in my life, I felt like I was there before. Then, I noticed I had seat belt, but was still staying in my seat pretty well. When, I landed, my seat was apart from the others and I noticed the other people landed on their feet (literally). We all landed in front of a brick building that was a Arcade/Gift Shop. I went through the 2 glass doors, and found a cash out place, some more glass doors, and another [cash out] place-like booth, all on the left, and an arcade in the back room. I went to the second booth, where I noticed someone playing with 3 raccoon puppets. I was telling the puppeteer (that was no more than 2 years older than me) that I thought the puppets were cute and how I like raccoons. She offered to let me help her with the puppets, since I was bored and had an hour, so I did. I had to sing, too. At the moment, she was going to run an errand so she called out “Are there 4 good singers here?” since I would need help. 2 guys (that I don’t know too well) and 2 girls (I’m friend’s with) walked out behind a corner. The puppeteer told us to start singing when a bus stops in front. She even had a board with the words. It looked like the French ABC song (I’m taking French) because I remember reading the last line, “Qui nous aide à dire les sons.” I was sitting while the others were standing. The first guy, Tom*, is kinda a class clown, and he acted like the raccoon was crawling up my head. I couldn’t stop laughing. . .
then I woke up.
* Name has been changed.
Note: The original title used for the Dream Directory was “Qui Nous Aide à Dire les Sons.”
I stood with my classmates in a classroom in the middle school (I’m a freshman in high school now). We were handling these fragile objects. I can’t remember if they were crickets or egg rolls. Some people (not me) took these objects back to another classroom in the sixth grade hall. I saw a person’s object break and crumble in their hand.
I walked down the hall, and spotted Scott*. He was mad or sad about two of the crumbled objects in his hand and I started talking to him about how other people’s broke, too. We talked for a while and I went to my sixth grade first period class. He went to his class. I was stopped in the doorway, by this other guy, Edward*. He was standing in the band room doorway ready to leave school.
He told me it was time for me to get ready for my bus. I told him it was only lunch time and that every clock in the school said so. I looked over to a clock on the hallway wall and I saw the time run forward to when it was time to go. My watch, which for some reason was on the wrong wrist, still had the lunch time, as well as the clocks in the other classrooms. When the bell rung, I went into the band room trying to prove that the time was wrong.
* Names have been changed.
Note: The original title used for the Dream Directory was “Crickets or Egg Rolls.”