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cimorenewell, first there was some kind of ymca day camp, in a really dirty place with graffiti on the walls, and my dad had left me there and i was angry, and he came to get me, but he couldn't find me and we were looking for each other in this musty abandoned library, and in a playground and on a rickety iron staircase. and then there were two cars, and my whole immediate family was driving around in them. i guess one parent was driving each one. and i'm not sure where we were going.
but in the end we were in this very large... mall-like building and there was a spanish class? only it was more like a children's hands-on museum, but with my high school spanish teacher in charge of it. she had a lot of different kinds of rabbits in cages and i was talking to her, and some of them were behind a carpeted wall with just their heads sticking through holes (alive, though, and very alert) and while i watched, they jumped out and went into the rest of the museum and she sent me to get them, only no one knew i had already graduated. there was a lot of flying over walls. and slithering down these fabric tubes. and part of the display had a lot of birds' legs glued to the wall, which i hoped were cast in resin, but wasn't sure. and then i found my parents and my sister, in this other part, watching these people dressed in a unicorn suit. there was more flying. then when i got back out, i had to take a test. and i had to write the answers in pencil on this black foam cylinder and my messy handwriting made 'hombre' look like 'hmbre,' so i erased it--and erasing it made the same thing i'd written pop up from the cylinder in relief. this happened until the thing was practically covered with misspellings and i had to write in giant caps over them all.
and then, thank goodness, i woke up.
don't seem to be sleeping well, do i?
but in the end we were in this very large... mall-like building and there was a spanish class? only it was more like a children's hands-on museum, but with my high school spanish teacher in charge of it. she had a lot of different kinds of rabbits in cages and i was talking to her, and some of them were behind a carpeted wall with just their heads sticking through holes (alive, though, and very alert) and while i watched, they jumped out and went into the rest of the museum and she sent me to get them, only no one knew i had already graduated. there was a lot of flying over walls. and slithering down these fabric tubes. and part of the display had a lot of birds' legs glued to the wall, which i hoped were cast in resin, but wasn't sure. and then i found my parents and my sister, in this other part, watching these people dressed in a unicorn suit. there was more flying. then when i got back out, i had to take a test. and i had to write the answers in pencil on this black foam cylinder and my messy handwriting made 'hombre' look like 'hmbre,' so i erased it--and erasing it made the same thing i'd written pop up from the cylinder in relief. this happened until the thing was practically covered with misspellings and i had to write in giant caps over them all.
and then, thank goodness, i woke up.
don't seem to be sleeping well, do i?
