☼ Find Me, Fix Me

Last night, I had a really weird dream.

It's not one of those random ones that I've had that make no sense. For example, once I had a dream that I was at a playground, and I had a can of dirt, and all the kids on the playground were chasing me for it. Then, I dumped the dirt into a sewer (you know, one of the things on the side of the road, near/on the curb). Then, my elementary school teacher, Mr. Hanson, patted me on the back and told me "good job" and then a bunch of random crap involving dinosaurs, something that resembled the Millenium Puzzle, Scooby Doo, Aladdin, my family, and a hotel that had a swing set in it.

Or another one I've had where I was in a game while playing it...all I remember about that one is that I was something in the semblance of Yoshi, and it was a pretty hectic game...and there were lots of bubbles...

Anyways, this is how my dream went...well, as much of it as I can remember:

The earliest part I can remember about the dream is that I was in a really weird house, with my family. Except my parents were these two really old people with like light blue, almost white hair.

The next part I can remember is standing next to a train.

Next, I was with my friends, who were, I guess, made-up people, and we were going to the Playdium. Except, it wasn't like the one we went to in Canada, it was more of a shopping center, I think.

A lot of random crap I don't remember happened. But one part that happened was I was at a place (still in the "Playdium") that resembled the old part of church. Also, I was somehow with Nancy, Mrs. Chou, and Nancy's friend (who was also made-up and was an adult/about 30 or so years old), and Mrs. Chou told us to look out of the window of the room opposite to the old sanctuary (the room that has the nursery in it). She also said, "not everyone can be trusted." And while Nancy and I looked out the window, her friend stole my iPod (which I had set down).

When we stopped looking out the window, I noticed my iPod was gone, and started chasing after the guy. I went downstairs, and saw some people in my orchestra there, standing around. Nancy was somehow there and I told her what happened.

I don't really remember, but my phone was probably broken/stolen too...all I know is that something else had happened that was bad...

Then my three made-up friends and I were walking to our car that was in the parking lot...well I forgot what you call them, but they're the ones that you see next to like Museums and big places...it's sorta like a building for parking cars...

Anyways...

So we were walking toward our car, and I was talking about how the day sucked and that I never wanted to go to the Playdium again when suddenly John, the guy who stole my iPod appeared. He was standing next to his car. I started to run to him, while he just stood there. He laughed and showed me my iPod, which he apparently took apart. I hadn't believed him, but while he was talking, I noticed that there was an iPod in his car, so I mouthed to my friends, "get in the car." They did so discreetly, and I quickly took the iPod that was in his car, and got into my firend's car, slamming the door. We quickly drove away with John shouting at us.

I told my friends that I had taken his iPod. And they were like "he deserved it" and "e(4) you(3) e(4) bao(4)." I looked at the iPod, which had a thin, black, kinda foam-like textured iPod cover that was really stupid since all it did was cover the screen and nothing else. I looked at the back of the iPod, where it says the number of gigabytes. It had two numbers...so the number of gigs was either 293, or 24²...

Anyways...we were in the car, when John appears (in his car of course), chasing us and quickly catching up. I give my friend my phone (which I apparently found?) and told her to call the police. She takes out a book, calls 911, then starts off telling a story. I tell her to hurry up, and she says, "basically, what randolph said was that there was a brigade. We're in a brigade." I was like wtf? We're not in a brigade!

but we soon heard police cars as they stopped a motorcyclist, and the red car (which apparently was actually a hovercar) sped past us, as we took an exit and stopped in the middle of it. Then all of our parents and a bunch of random people appeared and smiled at us.

Then we appeared at our house again, and the last thing I remember is my "parents" smiling at me, with a hovertrain in the background...