What?

Harry Potter skinny dipping in a lake.

Thousands upon thousands of Christmas trees.

I was in the store above the Pool Hall in the Drexel Line Shopping Center except it didn't sell ceiling fans, it was the GAP but it sold prom dresses. I was there with Becca Levy and Becca Ludwig. Max Vitiello was holding this puffy red dress out for Becca Levy begging her for forgiveness but she could not accept either dress or apology. Becca Ludwig was trying to like the dress, but couldn't.

There was this boardwalk that towered high above trees. I was walking on it around sunset watching the pink sky till we were watching cars drive down along a highway, their headbeams turning on and looking at the thousands upon thousands of Christmas trees growing along the road.

Hmmph.

I was walking along the beach through a tunnel?

Chris was going to Italy and didn't say goodbye to me even though I asked him to.

art museum 3x magnified.

The Philadelphia museum of art was about 3x the size it actually is. The building, the steps and the artwork was just tripled in size. There was a huge Alexander Calder mobile. I was there with Eric, Monty and the entire Hazle-Cary family. Eric and Monty and I sat on the huge steps on the overcast day.

scatter dream

I was in a car with Julie Freedman, Erin McKnight and Colleen Pickup. I was driving through Overbrook near 76th st and Brockton Road when I got a flat tire. I was mad and Colleen called her parents who also got mad but helped fix my car.

I was in an auditorium waiting for my mom and Frank. Barack Obama was there giving a speech about heathcare. I gave him a hug.

I was at my old house on Pennington Road with my entire family. We went to go visit it but no one answered the door. We went in anyway and sat around, joking fo ra little while until the owner came down. She was an overweight blonde curly haired woman. we sang her happy birthday and told her we used to live here. She didn't believe us. While we were leaving I caught a glimpse of my brother's old room and my room. I started to feel my eyes well up with tears but Chris took me and walked me out of the house before I began to cry.

Helen Holmes also lived in Overbrook. I was at her house and Diane was there. Our house was huge and some rooms were outside and others began falling apart. Evan had this one room he didn't use and I asked him if I could fix it up and use it as an art studio. He wasn't convinced.

I was in the Haverford Middle School going down to the nurses office with Aurlie Corrigan for "Rights to Drive Long Distances" for this weekend to see Chris. We talked about getting drunk. I told her I never did. When I got to the nurse, Aurlie was pretending to be my best friend. The nurse asked me about cookies and chocolate and then acknowledged that I had an A+ and B in two of my classes in school.

Puppy Ferret creatures thrown down a well, boo hoo.

I'm at this store. It's really modern and dark and I'm looking for jeans but I can't find any that fit right. A woman working there told me they were closing in 4 hours and because I wasn't contributing to anything I had to leave. I went towards the back of the stores where there were a lot of mirrors, then I was in the back of my mom's tan van with a few people. Someone had noticed this black woman walking up towards the car. We were parked near a marsh behind the store. The person who noticed the woman told me to lock the car doors but we didn't. She got in and held a gun to my head and told me to give her my wallet. It was in my bag in the front of the car. $110 cash. $100 check. Debit Card. I didn't move. I didn't say anything.

I slept over Dana Kimmelman's house. Then I was in my dad's room. It was 5 in the morning, but sunlight poured into the room. I looked in the mirrors and noticed a slit above my eyebrow. someone had operated on me and gotten inside my brain. I looked at my back and noticed 2 more scars. On from my first heart operation, another from the same operation where they had invaded my brain. Both I had no memory of. I asked my dad about them, he had no idea. I heard my mom walk down the steps from the third floor. She passed the room only peering in slightly. I also asked Julia Margolis' father, who did not have an answer for me either.

I was then in this house. A little girl was next to me throwing ferret puppy creatures with santa clauses attached to them down a stone well. The well, ending up leading to a basement. I climbed down to rescue the puppy ferrets who were safe but ended up stumbling across a modern fairly large sized room of all these paintings, modern and something like Keith Harring's work. The little girl who was tossing the ferret puppies down the well had owned it all. I met him and he invited me to live there. I did. There was a restaurant inside as well. When I left the place, which was a year or so later I was walking down the street with Bethany Pomata. We called Sarah Jurkofski who said there was a party in Narberth. I didn't go.

Philadelphia Bombing

I was near 69th street, though it looked more or less like the stretch of Wynnewood Road coming up to the Wynnewood shopping center. It was overcast and I approached this deserted lot with a crumbled house on it with Jocelyn Jones and Kim Dwyer. As time went on, the house crumbled more and more until it was a pile of rubble with a trampoline. The three of us bounced around for a while and I felt myself soaring higher and higher into the gray sky.

I then met up with Monty, I picked him up from the 69th street terminal, though again it looked like the Wynnewood r5 stop. We met up with Paul Benson and Katie Wisniewski deeper in center city Philadelphia. People around began panicking- Philadelphia was being bombed. There was this river separating us from another side. There were bridges we had to cross. Paul and I were paired together noticing many bridges crossing this river were collapsing but decided we could cross one anyway. At first, we tried a narrow oriental styled bridge, but that one crumbled leaving Paul falling into the water. Paul crawled out and we looked for another bridge to cross. As this was all happening I was attempting to text Chris telling him I loved him and I was sorry that I was probably going to run into a lot of problems and that I was scared. Except texting is difficult when the city around you is being bombed. We found a wider bridge packed with people. The moment we stepped onto it the entire bridge twisted. Paul and I fell into the water first. As I came to the surface and looked up I saw hundreds of people raining down on us. The image of them plunging me underwater flashed in my head.