Part 2 Dream 2

                                                  PART 2 

 I apologize if you thought this dream was coming to an end. I am even more sorry if you thought that maybe that was the happy ending to a worry-stricken dream, because I'll just say this right now, this dream doesn't have a happy ending, and neither did the tens of other memorable dreams I've had did. This dream has a cold, harsh ending that stirs up a feeling inside of me that I'd soon like to forget, but that's never going to happen. So as you read on, please note that I am not making this up, and I might as well answer the question I get asked more often than I'd like to explain: Yes I remember it all, and more. So if you even care to, enjoy!

      Having been doused in a pool of peace, I  slowed my worried breath and walked up back to the Samsung area. Then I had another thought."Rafa could have died, just like that. I never would have said goodbye, or sorry for all the things I'd done against him. He could have... left us. Died! He could have died!" Again, the pace of my breath quickened, I clenched my fist and gritted my teeth with angst. My world started spinning, memories of all the arguments we'd had flashed before me, my conscious started whispering things to me that I didn't want to hear. I had to do something. I quickly grabbed Rafa who seemed utterly untouched by the fact that his death had been so close. " Rafa, come with me." I said with a kind voice. "Kay"Rafa said. Back through Chinatown we went, and just like that I was away from Chinatown, all I did was walk up a narrow slope at the hidden corner of an old shop and I was out of Chinatown, and in an old, Western-looking town.

     I brought Rafa to a big, blue, rustic bench, and sat him down. I proceeded to tell him how sorry I was for all the things we'd fought about, and how scared I was for him, and how I hope nothing like that ever happened again. I took notice to the fact that Rafa wasn't even listening, and so I decided to stop pouring out my intense emotions to a 7 year old, and simply tell him "Sorry." That's what I did and he replied with a collected attitude to his voice, "That's fine Ceci, it wasn't even a big deal." At that I sighed and asked him if wanted to take a look around this abandoned town and he said sure. We hopped off the bench and and started walking in the opposite direction that we came from. We came to a strange lot with two garages facing each other.The garage to our left belonged to some friends of our family, and their son was also a good friend of Rafa. The garage on the left belonged to some other good friends of ours, their daughter one of my best friends. Both families came out of garage to greet us. Suddenly, my mother appeared beside me as if she had been there all along, right at my side the whole time. She seemed to be in a very great need for a big white bucket of a pale lavender paint that our neighbors on the right had. "Yes, can I have that one? That one right there. " our friend seemed to veer away from the subject of paint, reluctant to give it to her."Mhhmmm... Yes, that's very strange behavior for a raccoon, but on to serious matters, can I please have that paint?" She revived the paint and grinned "Thanks, now I have to figure out what to do with this paint!" That was certainly my mom, even if she'd seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

     I turned to the left, bored with the dull conversation my mom was presenting. I saw Rafa run up to his friend, and start talking to him. There I was left in middle of the two garages, something that I felt happened to me often. I pondered on the previous events of my life in the past hours and grinned. So much could have gone way worse. Yet again, I exited the land of pondering I visited so often, and reentered the world of words and actions that I knew all too well. Where my younger brother and his friend had been before, a yellow vintage bug car was parked now. And with my brother inside of it at that! Ever since watching the film Herby; I'd always loved bug cars, especially yellow ones! Then Rafa's friend turned the key, igniting the engine. "Are you sure that's safe?" my mom said with worry, "I mean, you know, them driving a car?"she said again. "Yeah, they're fine in there! They're just havin' some fun!" the friends on the left said casually. Soon they were off, heading towards a field about as long as a football field, and at the end of it was a outrageously  steep mountain, almost like a wall, in which my brother and his friend were heading straight into! In merely a few second, the car had bursted into flames, puffing smoke out of it's vintage engine. I ran towards the mountain at lighting speed, and soon arrived by the car's side, to luckily find my brother and his friend without a scratch on their bodies.   I sighed. Rafa and his friend exited the now crushed car, and stared at it with a note of indifference  that struck me as odd. Yet again, Rafa seemed undisturbed by the fact that he had almost killed himself for the second time. Trying not to relive the hot air balloon incident, I too, acted like nothing had happened, and changed the subject. 

Part 1 Dream 2

                                               PART 1

      Walking in to Chinatown, I had no clue what the next few hours would hold. Turns out they held a lot more than I could ever dream, wait scratch that, I did dream it. I strolled past vividly decorated buildings, dragon lamps, and a large sea of people. Suddenly, I found myself in what appeared to be a hotel lobby. Soon did I realize that there was much more to this "lobby" than regular ones, yes of course it had a clerk, and obviously an elevator, but somethings else too. This lobby had a disco, a bar, a cafe, and a gaming center, as well as several girls in cocktail dresses dancing like it was all some sort of party. Yet, I thought nothing of this strange place, and casually entered the elevator with my family until we reached our floor.

      We were on a vacation! We came to a Samsung store, where we browsed the selection they had for various touchpads, until my father suggested that we walk on over to a park he had seen, and spend a few minutes there. We all thought it was a fabulous idea, and walked out of the store, down some stairs, into the lobby, through Chinatown, and found ourselves at a simple, small park.

       "This is nice", I thought, watching my little brother as hid slid down a tall, slim slide, "Really peaceful," I thought again. I could not have gotten more wrong at any moment of my life. This vacation most positively was not going to be peaceful. I broke from my world of thoughts and watched Rafa with a smile of content as he ran through an area of the park that I'd apparently failed to notice. I walked after him slowly, not wanting to lose sight of him, my family close behind me. The farther along we got through the seemingly ongoing park, the more it seemed like an old abandoned amusement park. "Weird," I thought entering into my private world of contemplation once more. Yet, again this world was shattered, this time by a shout from by younger brother, Rafa. " Hey, look at me!" he  from the top of a 30 ft. yellow pole. "What are you doing Rafa?" I shouted up to him. "Fine, Ceci, I'll come down," Rafa replied in his famously deep voice. With an impossible amount of agility, Rafa jumped from the pole and landed safely on the ground. Wow.

       Before I could think of anything else to say, he was on another previously unnoticed structure that appeared to be a metal hot air balloon, about the same height as the tall yellow pole. "Oh boy," I muttered under my breath. I glanced behind me to get a look around the rest of the park, but when I turned my head forward again, The metal hot air balloon had morphed into a real one, and Rafa was high in the sky, laughing with a sense of care-freenes that struck me with panic. "Rafa!" I cried hopelessly. "Come back!" I yelled up to him, my voice shaking. In a haze, I ran back to the hotel as fast as I could, not taking any notice to my parents who were acting like Rafa was simply playing around with something that contained no hazard at all. When I finally came to the lobby I saw that nothing about it had changed. Still trebling with fear, I searched high and low for a phone. "A phone! A phone, does any one have a phone? 911, 911! I need to call 911!" I pleaded."Heres a phone, miss." the shabby hotel clerk answered as he handed my a worn-out home phone. I started to dial 911, but hen the clerk said something else, "Hey, little girl? Are you sure its not 411 you want to dial, I think the number is different here in Chinatown." Stuck in a severe state of panic and confusion, I redialed, and then redialed again, until my parents came and told me it was, indeed 911. I felt a rush of relief wash over me as my parents dialed 911 with confidence. Immediately after the call of panic, Rafa appeared my our side, and we were united once again.                                               

                                            

Weekly Riddle (What could it be)

The man who invented it doesn't want it. The man who bought it doesn't need it (hint:yet). The man who needs it doesn't know it. What could it be? I'll give you some time to ponder on it, and I'll post the answer next week!

Dream 1

First of all this is a sleeping dream, not a Cloud Nine dream. You know, the one where you're sleeping and stuff pops into your head...... presto you've got a magical dream.

Well this dream isn't so magical after all. I was walking with my dad in a place with ghosts, goblins, and lots of ugly monsters. Then right before we reached a run-down arcade my dad vanished. I ran into the arcade immediately noticing a girl sitting on top of an arcade game. She was silent but evil. She was tall and had a hot pink streak in her dark brown hair. She wore ragged short shorts with a bright pink tee-shirt. I looked for my dad. There wasn't much space to look in. When I looked back at her she told me to be her servant.

Suddenly I felt like a few days had passed. I was walking down some stairs with an old man behind me clutching a small newspaper. Then I realized I was their maid--an unpaid maid, that is. The girl was right--I was a servant. In a daze I walked down to the back door that had been directly in front of the stairs. I opened the door, walked outside and checked the mail. I saw a large African American man in a wheelchair. He came out of a rich-looking house. What he did next surprised me a lot: he blew up a block of TNT and sent his whole house falling, crashing,and shattering to tiny little bits (in my dream this was all in slow-mo). The man was still alive as if nothing at all had happened. He sat in his wheelchair just staring at me.

Then I woke up. This all happened when I was 4 or 5 years old so I was scared. I ran to my brother and he carried me to my parents. I was sobbing.
The End.