I always have strange dreams. Me and my roommate were talking about dream interpreters and we were wondering what the heck they would say about my dreams. Some dreams are just dreams. Or maybe I secretly want to be in the CIA. If Freud were to interpret my dreams, he would probably say that everything symbolized sex. I'll stop your guessing and explain some of my past dreams this week so you know what I'm talking about....
Yesterday....
Scanning the room, I notice a Scottish girl.
"Heye, I'm from Scotland and I don'te know what da do now. I just got off the planee." the scottish girl with brown wavy hair said.
Suddenly I realized that the room was just one intricate plan to the huge indoor carnival I was in the middle of. Walking around from room to room, penny game to arcade, I came into a room with two Asian women. One woman grabbed a knife and flung it at me. My matrix skills allowed me to dodge the knife but then she grabbed two knifes. Flinging them at me, both knifes ended up on each side of my head. Running for my life, a secret radio waved into my ear, "Lauren, you have six enemy spies trying to kill you, GET OUT!" Swiftly moving from game to game, I ran through the curtains and dark backstage areas. One room had juggling clowns, but I soon discovered they were after me. I grabbed a cell phone I found on the ground and called 911. A busy tone for ten minutes. I get a person on the other line and tell her I need protection because six people are trying to kill me. The woman on the phone tells me that 911 brings ambulances, not protection. I ask, "Cant you bring a policeman to come help me?" The 911 operator tells me to find a policeman myself. I hang up, angry and scared. I find a policeman but he smirks at me and pulls out a gun. The policeman is after me too! I run with my CIA training running skills, and find my friend Ryan. "RYAN! there after me! We have to run! there trying to kill me." We run down the stairs in the dark backstage area to find safety outside the carnival..but its too late, I wake up.
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