Field Trip

I'm on a trip with them. We're in an empty building. It's almost like an art gallery. There are two rooms as the whole building seems to be divided in half. The west side of the second room is covered in ceiling to floor glass windows. We're outside and we hear sirens. Men in uniform usher us inside of the building. I look ou the window and see a bus flying toward us. It has lost control and doesn't seem to be able to stop. It crashes into the glass as I roll, barely missing it's impact. I see it slide over many students and know they are dead. I get up to see the damage. The bus is gone. I look for any of my friends and when I see non are injured I to go to the next room. I find him. His back turned, unaware of the accident. I grab his shirt, look into his eyes and lead him to the glass room. When there I see her. We embrace and he joins in on the group hug.

Now we're on the concrete floor of the first room in sleeping bags. The room is filled with the surviving students. Our trip has been postponed. I can't sleep. My hair is long and in my face. I look to him and realize he is looking at me too. I act as if though he's startled me. Everyone is awake now and they decide to go outside. I begin to cry and act traumatized but I'm putting on a front. After they have gone, I decide I want to go. I leave through the door that has been covered in a plastic sheet. I don't think I was supposed to leave. I turn left on the sidewalk, realizing my purse is in her car. On my way to her car, a boy comes skateboarding by. I keep walking and he asks me if I brought my board. I tell him with a smile, "I don't even know how to skateboard!" He laughs and says he was talking to his friend. I change direction, realizing that I have taken the wrong path. I see them sitting on various platforms on the side of the building. They are watching the sky. I realize that it seems almost impossible to reach them. I move items on the platforms around, to make room for myself. I've lost hope.

The Bag Heist

I am shopping. I realize that I can only buy food items, though I have non food items. I begin to put the non-food items back but realize I can smuggle them through a hole in the bottom of the grocery bag into my unzipped backpack without being suspicious. I begin transporting the non-food items into my backpack via the bag/tote. I also place food items in realizing the potential of this plot. In the car, I find a crisp one-hundred dollar bill. They tell me that it's us is already planned.

Big Brother

We are on the curb, packing up the car. A black man in his thirties begins to approach the steps leading to the front/back door. I watch him nervously, feeling that he has motives that are directed at me. I feel he has been watching me far before this moment.

Clusterfuck II

Suzette tries to snatch up my bag for me. Christa M. is there. She is laughing. We realize that it is out of reach. Lakeside. Riverside. It is on a counter in the bathroom of the hotel room. I thought Brian was sleeping so I have a cigarette. H says to me calmly, “I though you quit smoking?” I proceed to explain that I have but make a list of reasons to justify my slips. All I want is a soda back at Suzette's house. All I can find is beer. Maya and I leave Laura and Brian at the house, while we go either to the garage or a small store. On the “familiar departure” I remember being lucid enough to realize it's familiarity and also talk myself into opening my eyes for the fast decent downward which otherwise I am too afraid to experience. I feel my stomach jump. I think that it's only a dream. Laura C. and I decide to take a set at a tall round table with stools. Mildly aware that there are at least two people with us. One, a boy, really wants to sit by me. At an intersection we find Laura M. broken down/stuck in her white Jeep and one one seems to be helping her. I also hesitate.

19 Bloodsuckers Way Part II

I grab the fries from the sill. Outside was Denny in an old junker car. There were two to three teenage girls with him in the car. He scolded me for taking food that was not mine. The girls offer me a cigarette and they were also smoking weed and Denny did not seem to mind. I may have been in the house of the “sanguine” but I am not aware of them, or afraid of them for that matter. There are three older girls and one young black girl with chubby cheeks, a pot belly and an oversized living room chair. She was talking to me about her self confidence and that she wasn't afraid to be confident when she talked to me. She seems more like she is chanting some sort of self-affirmation or chant, trying to convince herself. As she was speaking, her hands were holding up her torso and neck via the armrests. She was rotating her body counterclockwise almost every two seconds.