It was my birthday. All of my immediate family was there, plus my aunt and uncle’s children. We were sitting outside at some restaurant because there wasn’t enough room inside. Everyone kept rearranging where they were sitting. That, or every time I would dream blink they would be in a different spot.
I ordered Chinese food even though I was at a restaurant. My excuse was that I had ordered it before I had known the party was happening. I also, apparently, invited a friend. This friend and I aren’t close anymore, so I have no idea why I invited her, especially because my dream self moved her seat just so she wouldn’t have to sit next to this friend, so looked very sad.
Then my aunts made a mysterious disappearance, saying they had to go get something.
The Chinese food came. It was General Tso’s chicken but it was in the shape of pigs. Literally. You know when Chinese food gets cold and all the sauce sort of congeals in one corner of the tray? That’s what the sauce was doing even though the food was hot. It was congealed mini pigs. It looked disgusting and I didn’t want to eat any of it.
I think I probably would have become a vegetarian if my aunts hadn’t come back.
The scene changes. I’m sitting around a pool on a raised platform looking at a road. It’s completely straight except for a random semi-circle blip in it. The road kind of looks like a question mark. My aunt’s are sitting next to me. A middle school marching band “marches” by in fast motion. Warp speed. It turns out the ground below is actually a fake road that is moved mechanically.
Then my aunts are suddenly gone and my friend is sitting next to me. She takes my picture, and then is gone.
One of my aunts is back, and she points towards the end of the road. It’s my high school marching band coming down the road. They’re moving a lot slower, but still going pretty fast. After about 5 to 10 seconds, the performance is over. Everyone runs towards me and wishes me happy birthday.
An old friend Seth says happy birthday really fast and disappears. Kati comes up and hugs me, saying “This is so cool!”
I look towards my aunt and ask her if she did this. She nods, smiles, and disappears.
My old band director gives one of his famous waves at me, and then —
I wake up. It’s early. I go back to sleep.
I’m laying on a random “bench” type thing in the wall. My friend Kelly is lying on the floor below me. The room in front of us is a gym, minus the fixings. Other than the spring floor, we’re sitting in a white box with a row of doors on one side. The band is practicing. My sister, drum major in dream world, runs through a figure eight figure (no pun intended) 5 or 6 times.
The scene changes. We’re in a locker room the size of a mansion with the lighting of a dungeon and the smell of a meat locker. I’m following my sister. She keeps disappearing through doors ahead of me. For one minute, I see my old boss walk through a door in front of me, trying to find her daughter.
I duck through a door to the right to avoid a confrontation.
The scene shifts. I’m standing behind my sister, telling her it’s time to go. The room is filled with random people from my past and present: a guy I sort of like, the friends I used to spend my time with, people I see walking down the road but don’t know personally. She rolls her eyes and continues changing. I wait a minute until she’s fully clothed, but she doesn’t move. Without thinking, I drop her bag and gross clothes and everything on the floor. Then I grab her purse, with her cell phone, iPod, money, etc., in it, and head towards one of the many locker room doors.
“If you aren’t at the car by the time it starts, I’m leaving you. Count on it.”
She glances at the guy I sort of like, who’s staring in a mirror and doesn’t even move. She probably likes him too. Shrugging, she walks towards the door like it was her decision all along.
The scene changes. I’m in an old abandoned house and something happens where I turn somebody into something good and somebody into something bad. Definitely scary.
I wake up. I’m up for good. And that’s my dream.
