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.