9. A Canine Adventure

I was a dog, ready for the battle. My companions of canines looked to our informer: a solid white pig. This pig has given us information about the deer becoming evil under the influence of his rival, a dirty, wire-haired pink pig.
The deer passed the train stop, and, suddenly, the chase commenced along a railroad track. To our surprise, we immediately found the pink pig had mixed good deer among the evil, confusing my comrades. We bit at each of their heels, trying to differentiate the good from the bad.
A moment later, I was pursuing a traitor, a lean German Shepard, who had been working with the pink pig all along. We trailed down a hill, away from the others, when I suddenly realized I was going about this all the wrong way. In a blink of an eye, I turned back time and we were all at the train stop again, waiting for the deer to pass.
This time, the train passed by. I hopped on, the white pig following. Aboard, we could see which deer was evil by looking at his red eyes. We pointed to them, and our comrades instantly were upon them.
Another disaster: The train was going too fast and began catching up with another train. I climbed to the front, turning human as I went, and tried to brake the train. Unfortunately, I slowed the train down too much: at the curve, the front toppled over. I jumped to a tree branch, barely missing being squashed. Looking down, I realized that if I had jumped too far, I would have fallen into a pit of alligators, stingrays and whatever else laid in wait in a nasty mud hole.
I was startled by the sound of laughter. In other trees, my friends James and Sam were yelling at me that I should have down a back flip or something to make it more dramatic. I was about to yell something sarcastic back when I woke up, thoroughly confused.

8. Mystery of Josh and Grandma's Candy Death Factory

I sat in art class, admiring the odd mural on the table beside the teacher's desk. It was blue, with dashes of orange here and there. A student ran in to deliver a note to the substitute art teacher. The teacher looked sadly at me, delivering the news that Josh had died in a freak train accident.
The back story unfolded: Josh, for some reason, was attending high school, despite his mother vowing never to put her kids in public school AND that he was only thirteen. He was on some sort of team, who went on a field trip via train. He sat in a cranberry filled apartment. Suddenly, the tunnel the train went through collapsed onto them, killing all the passengers.
Families and schoolmates mourned for the deaths of Josh and his friends. But there was one thing that only I seemed to remember: Josh had died over a year ago. I reminded everyone of this, and suddenly a mystery unfolded: Did Josh really die the first time? Or is someone imitating him?

I woke up feeling sick. I stayed home from school, allowing another dream to unfold.

It was clear this young couple was visiting my grandma, Mamabugs. They casually walked up the winding staircase, flirting the way up to her room. The stairs were wooden with long blue rugs stretching across the center. The staircase seemed to go on and on, at least covering three flights.
The male must have said something offensive: the girl violently shushed him. But it was too late. There was a loud cackling laugh all through the case. The lights flashed, showing terrible images of eyeballs, human tongues, and other body parts... all made into candy. The carpets flipped inside out, letting the male fall into a candy factory. The woman ran down the stairs, screaming for help.
Scene change: My friends, classmates, and I all headed upstairs to confront Mamabugs about her hobby. In the same position as the couple, the lights began to flicker. The staircase door locked; Mamabugs' voice came onto the loud speaker, revealing her intentions: She didn't want to make us into candy like the others, especially since my sister, Kelly, and I were in the staircase. She wanted to have us test the candy, making sure they were delectable and... edible.
The prospect of having to eat human didn't go well with my group. They yelled at her, cursed her, etc. Mamabugs gave us a day to wait in the staircase and think about the option. If we didn't succumb... Well, I hoped I'd at least be delicious.
We wait there for hours when Mamabugs came through the staircase, calmly and sanely talking with each of us, asking us how we were, how school was... Kelly and I looked at each other: This was our chance. While our grandma questioned another kid, we snuck up the stairs into her room. We searched for a key, but instead found that her little window led to a ivy-covered balcony hanging over the rest of the house, which led to the front door, which led to freedom. I stuck my head out: the rest of the house was ginormous! And the furniture... giant-sized! The piano took up half the room, with large stools and chairs surrounding the balcony.
I was halfway out the window when my hips got stuck. Kelly pushed and pushed, but when I was almost out, Mamabugs' screech came through the room. Her claws hooked into my ankles, trying to yank me back inside. I struggled and struggled, finally wrenching myself free. I slammed the window shut, which, for some reason, kept her inside. I prayed for the safety of everyone still in the staircase, hoping that Kelly's presence would keep them from harm.
I looked over the balcony.Suddenly, I remembered escaping exactly like this in another dream... And I didn't want to take the same course. Instead of taking the easy route (jumping to the giant stool, leaping to the piano, and climbing down the piano bench), I ran to the other side of the balcony, marking my spot. This time, I climbed down the balcony's pole, using the ivy as foot holes, to the sofa. I jumped from the sofa to the piano to the stool, shimmying down the legs.
I ran to the door, pulling out my cellphone. Dead. My cell was dead. I ran to the neighbor's house, hoping they'd understand my situation. I stole Bea's phone, dialing 9-1-1 as I ran to the middle of the street, watching my grandma's house as if it'd suddenly explode.
The cops took forever to arrive, but when they did, all my friends were safe again. My grandma, poor dear, got her Candy Factory shut down and was off with a warning after being dubbed senile.

7. Series of Dreamy Relationships

A month ago, I had three nights straight of nothing but dreams where I had some sort of relationship. About two weeks later, another dream occurred that blew the others out of the water.

First, I had to get married to a prince for the sake of the Glee Club. That much was obvious. But it seemed I had to fight with my fiance against another kingdom... On a playground.
The park was the size of a football field, but the jungle gym stood in the dead center, about 10 yards all around, but rising up about 5 stories. The jungle gym had slides spitting out warriors from every which way. I stood tall at the very top, watching the battle unfold.
My prince led his army to the edge of the sands of the playground, waiting for the opponent to march across the volley ball courts to meet him.
This is where I woke up.

Second was a dream that made even me wake up in a "Huh?" state.
It all started in the shower. For some reason, my best friend and I were extremely muddy. We took turns taking showers, waiting for and talking to each other  in the same bathroom while sitting on the toilet. While I chatted with her, I suddenly knew that someone was getting off parole.
This someone also happened to be a guy at school who I had known that he liked me but never said anything.
I had no idea what he did, but I knew I had to see him. And he just so happened to be at my house... with his family, announcing the good news.
He said farewell, meaning that he was leaving town for good with his family. I was dumbfounded, watching him go in silence. He and the family piled in the car and were gone...
But I went out anyway to yell at him as they turned onto the highway:
"I guess there will never be an us!"
Suddenly, there was a screeching sound, and the same car came driving back. He pulled up next to me on the sidewalk, opening the passenger door from inside, and invited me in. (I'm guessing he punted his family out to come get me.)
We drove off into the sunset.
And I woke up.

Thirdly, the relationship was just dream knowledge, like I knew I had a boyfriend.
I was at the mall, testing massage bed... when the mall suddenly became a hotel. My one room was bright red and brown... with an awesome portal to the other lands where I fought monsters in a whole new world.
The portal brought me to a strange, icky place: Valentine's Day Land. I met up with my "partner", who would help me defeat the boss of the level: a zombie bunny who was deprived of love.
I woke up.

Finally, my relationship dreams to end all relationship dreams occurred, and I got married five times. No honeymoons, no divorces... Just ceremony after ceremony. I believe something went wrong the first four times, but I only remember the finale of the last marriage.
My groom was faceless, but stood three heads taller than me and wore a white tuxedo. The ceremony had just ended, and we were about to go to the reception. For some odd, unfathomable reason, I sent him on ahead so I could drive with my family there.
It was pouring outside. My dad decided to bring the Bronco instead of the Odyssey. It was... just a bad idea. It took forever to load into the car, and when we finally did, we couldn't find Babci or Duke, my grandparents who we were supposed to be following to the reception area.
Dad sent my sister and I back to the church (which really was a hotel) to wait in the lounge while he and Mom tried to figure things out. We stood between two automatic doors where I finally got a glimpse of my wedding dress... I hated it.
I was wearing a little girl's church dress, complete with the poofy skirt, box cut sleeves, and big bow on the back of my waist.
After taking in my ensemble, I noticed a guy standing a few feet away, staring at me. I recognized him as another guy from school. I turned to my sister, who subtly winked at me.
I woke up.

6. Beastly Adventure

I was a beast. And I mean that in an extremely literal way. Long brown hair covered my body. My teeth were sharp, with two sabers cutting through my lips. I stood three feet higher than normal, not including the height subtracted by my canine legs. The only clothing I wore was deep purple pants.
I stood outside an old Gothic castle somewhere in France... More specifically, Prince Adam's castle, otherwise known as Beast *1. I wanted into his castle at any cost.
Hearing something outside, Beast looked through the keyhole, expecting another visitor he could run off his property. Instead, he saw a pathetic and even uglier monster than himself, and he took pity on me. He went back to whatever he was doing, allowing me to sneak my way in.
Inside, I transformed into a young brunette woman with 19th century wear on. I tiptoed around the castle, making my way to a modern living room. Beast laid stretched across a pea green couch, cans of this and that spread around him. His television blared a white screen. He obviously wasn't paying as much attention to it as he was his phone.
I squished myself against his couch as much as I could, trying to hear his wordless conversation. Every now and then, he'd look back. He obviously saw me a couple times, but decided to keep toying with me.
Suddenly, the scene switched and we were in my grandmother's El Paso house, with a few changes. The inside balcony upstairs instead of shelves was lined with cabinets. In the very corner, I hid in a cabinet filled with ironing boards of all colors. I wasn't hiding very well: my legs showed through barring, my head peeked over the top, etc. But Beast still ignored the fact I was there. He retrieved an ironing board, subtly smiled at the sight of me, but didn't point me out. A friend, Chloe, even spotted and told him I was there, but he refused to say anything about me.

I began to wake up, then drifted back to sleep.
Dinosaur, dragon, monster. Whatever the heck it was, I was fighting it. It was the size of 5 elephants and had green and blue scales. Its tail wrapped around the cave we were stuck in; its head barely allowed me into the mouth.
Suddenly, I was gone... And back again.
This time, the creature was surrounded by other fighters who were doing a lot better job at subduing it. I was being led away by a group of adventurers, all geared up in backpacks, water bottles, and goggles, like we were going on a long hike.
Turns out, we were going on a long, epic adventure through mountains, jungles, seas, valleys... All flashed before my eyes before we came across a thin, white bridge. I didn't know what the material was, but it supported itself in thin air, hovering above a wide waterfall.
My other companions disappeared, and I was left alone to crawl across the bridge with a jabbering old lady. I don't know how she survived our treks, but she obviously had enough energy to rant and ramble on and on about an old, bright blue hat she lost to her sister years ago.
At the end of the bridge, we suddenly teleported back in time, to the day when she got the hat in an old cellar. She grabbed her hat from its place, dropping it to the ground. She looked at me, expecting me to retrieve it for her. For some reason, the ground seemed dangerous... But I jumped anyway.


And I woke up.


*1 Disney's Beauty and the Beast

5. Mission: McDonalds and Zutara

Back to school. Long days of mindless absorption after a weekend. Nothing interesting, right?
Wrong. School is always interesting when it takes place at your best friend's new and improved house.
Yes, Sydney's house suddenly became a private school. Each room became ten times larger, and an upstairs was built on for a mysterious new addition. Her mom and dad's room became the dorm room for girls, each inhabitant having a fluffy, queen-sized bed of their own.
Lunchtime. My sister and I made our way through their house, coming to a line of people leading upstairs. We decided to skip the line to see what the commotion was about. We did not expect to find a brand new, luxurious kitchen to be built on. Everything seemed to be made of marble and gold. The tables were made of glass, spaced out over the whole room.
The line stretched all around the room; there was only one lunch line, a mistake on the builder's part. Over in the corner, though, Kelly and I saw a large window revealing school buses and students getting on. We knew they were leaving the "campus" for lunch, to McDonald's specifically. We rushed over to the doors but were stopped by teachers. They pointed out purple slips that we needed to leave the campus. The McDonalds's was right across the street, but we didn't asked questions.We were in the middle of signing them when we noticed a friend, Melissa, taking Sydney and her twin, Jennifer, out to eat in her truck. We questioned whether or not they had the purple slips and realized it wasn't worth the effort: the line for food was gone now and lunch was almost over. We hurried to the carts.
Then I woke up, and I fell asleep.
I was a secret agent, and I had a mission: to secure Zuko and sneak him to Katara (Nickelodeon's characters from Avatar: The Last Airbender) so they could live happily ever after. The problem? The mission was on the night Zuko was expected to be at an extravagant ball hosted by his father.
My mission guide, an unseen man, sent me the coordinates to his family's house: two blue houses north, one red house east. He kept repeating this to me as I rode down the streets, but he really didn't need to. The family's house was an oriental palace, standing 5 or 6 stories higher than all the surrounding houses.
My guide expected me to have to sneak in, but upon ringing the doorbell, I was warmly welcomed in as a guest. The entrance hall itself was huge, leading into a ginormous ballroom, filled with dancing figures and conversing party-goers. Slowly, but surly, I uncharacteristically was able to flirt my way to the upstairs, much to the surprise of my mission guide.
Maids littered the hallways, gossiping about and trash-talking the guests downstairs, complaining about messes in different rooms and this and that. I remained invisible to them, learning that the bedrooms were all in the same hall on the third floor. I hastily made my way up, dodging the frequent couples protruding from guest rooms.
The parents' bedroom laid at the end of the hall, elegant with no decorations. Beside it, another door stood, with drawings of dinosaurs and rocketships: Zuko's little brother (a character my mind created outside the show). Across from the boy's room was another door without decorations, but on the floor lied various weapons: Obviously Azula's room.
Away from the other rooms nearest the stairs was my objective: Zuko's room. He should be in there, getting ready to flee.
Without hesitation, I barged in, readying myself for whatever might happen.
I was met with an empty room. On the large bed in the corner, a stuffed luggage bag laid open. The dresser's drawers were pulled out and empty. Randomly placed, all kinds of rocking horses sat around the room, some with bright pink Mohawks, others oriental or traditional.
I knew he was ready to run away.
I went back downstairs to search for my target. Instead, I ended up in the presence of his father, the Firelord, and chatted with him until he dismissed me.
As soon as I could, I ran back upstairs to retrieve Zuko. But he still wasn't there. This time, neither was his luggage bag. Turns out, I had distracted his father and officials long enough for him to make his getaway.
I retreated to the roof of the palace, producing a long rope to escape with. I hurried down, ending up in a classroom.
This had been a test all along; a test that I had aced and received a giant certificate for being a spy with a big red 100 on it.
I gloated about the classroom with it and then woke up.