We tumbled into the garage, awaiting for instruction. It was a miniature gymnastic contest between Draco Malfoy, Sydney, and I judged by James' father, Jim. He is a stout man, so it surprised me when he went through the tunnels and ramps with the flexibility and quickness of a professional.
We took our positions.
And I woke up. Then fell back asleep.
I distinctly remember it being a dark brown buffalo or yak... Heck, his name was even Buffalo Bill. And, yet, James and his family insisted on calling it a cow, which was the only reason I was so keen on making it love me. Of course, James wouldn't have this, and kept moving the "cow" away from me, uncharacteristically making cooing noises at it. I think he was jealous that his buffalo might love someone else.
He led the buffalo through their apparently new house. The hallways were larger and longer, with Arabic decor. We ended up in room with an in/outdoor swimming pools. The buffalo walked along the side to the outside, while we swam through.
I had been to the outdoor swimming pool before, but had acquired access a different way. I knew there was a secret world in there, but I woke up.
And fell asleep.
I wasn't myself. I had bright orange hair, and became taller and leaner, almost cartoon-like. I lived somewhere up North during the fall season. I had been looking into new apartments, riding my bike or walking to new facilities in the same part of town. The square was filled with picnic tables, people, laughter, noise, happiness. Everything seemed right.
And it was.
Every now and then, a tall gentleman with a green beanie caught my attention. Every time I saw him, a friend of mine, Jackie, would never fail to show up to hug him or pull him to a shop. And every time, I would smile. This had been going on for months.
While checking out another apartment, I was wondering about toothbrushes and whether or not I should get a new one. I left the apartment, and headed down a strand, trying to avoid lechers, especially a really old man with a long, white beard. His facial features were that of Alan Rickman. He always had a gun.
I ran into Jackie, who I knew had been going out of town a lot over the time frame. I told her that every time I saw the green beanie'd guy, I knew she was home.
And I woke up. And fell asleep for one last time.
I was still embodied by the orange headed girl, except now I lived in the country, on an old farm. I was still looking for a new place, somewhere bigger and more modern. I had heard about a ranch upstate for trade, and went to check it out with a guy friend. He didn't have a face or really a body, but I knew he was there and was very knowledgeable.
The ranch was perfect. It was large and had indoor plumbing and pet bats. The only problem was the evil society that lived down the driveway underneath the basketball pole... The Red Cloaks.
They indeed had very long, flowing red cloaks with hoods that covered their faces. I went to confront them about getting off the property. They attacked, using mystic powers to force me away. I tried a second time, this time with an unseen weapon. Our battle warped into that you see in a MMORPG. My vision suddenly had aiming squares and life points of the cloaked figures. I was winning.
Turned out, the Alan Rickman lecher was a trained sniper, part of the Red Cloak society and the boss of my new game. I used most of my energy just trying to get rid of him.
But I woke up.
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