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sillyseasonsisme said: 11. Talk about ur best dream ^_^
ultimatecoolkid said: […] 11!!!!
ALRIGHT OKAY LET’S DO THIS
11: Talk about the best dream you’ve ever had.
so there’s this fair i used to go to every year called the oregon country fair. it’s basically a dirty hippie festival; my father took me to it. every year, on the saturday night of the fair, there was this big show called “the midnight show” where tons and tons of performers from every part of the fair would each do an act. i was in this show twice, once because my father knew the person in charge of scheduling and the second time because i won “the lottery,” which is basically a lottery of performance times for all the performers who didn’t make it into the show.
it was saturday afternoon and for some reason, i was alone at the fair with my (now dead) dog, china (CHEE-na). there weren’t a lot of people out and about because it was the heat of the day. i was on my way to the lottery to see if i could be in the show a third time. as i was walking the fairgrounds, i came across an unfamiliar rope bridge across a big river. as i walked on this bridge, it slowly sank, and from the chest down i was actually under the surface of the water, but the sides of the bridge (even though they were just rope??) didn’t let the water in. the river turned completely calm, except if i moved there were ripples.
then the river turned into a lake surrounded by thorn bushes, and i got excited and started running across the bridge
when i was 5-10 feet from reaching the other side of the lake, i started flying. i walked in the air until i started running around above the lake, amazed at what i was doing. i chased birds until i chased one into the thorn bushes and scratched myself up, but i didn’t feel any pain.
then, even though i didn’t have a watch, i realized it was time for the lottery
i zoomed across the lake/river to where the bridge led and flew above the fairgrounds, now filled with people, none of whom seemed to notice me.
i finally got to the small stage where the lottery was being held just in time to put my name in.
i didn’t win the lottery, and then i stopped being able to fly.
then i realized i’d leFT MY FUCKING DOG AT THE BRIDGE
so i sprinted through the fair back to the bridge where in the very center, my dog was standing
i took one step onto the bridge except instead of shielding the water, this time the bridge sank. china was light enough not to weigh it down but if i went to get her we’d both end up in the lake
as i was contemplating what to do, i feel a tap on my shoulder and turn around
there he was. peter pan. (THIS peter pan, who was in my dreams ALL THE FUCKING TIME as a kid. i had a huge crush on him so yeah)
i don’t remember the conversation we had exactly but it was something like this:
peter: you stopped believingme: what? believing in what?peter: yourself
and then he smiled and beckoned me to follow him and he took off in the run across the bridge and i followed and he got to china first and picked her up and flew straight up
then i chased him around trying to get my dog and then the second i got her, i woke up
