All right. I took a nap again, because I was tired, okay? I fell asleep, and it happened to be in a bed… so it was a nap. I didn’t even plan on it this time.

And then I dreamed.

I was walking through the hallway at Giuseppe High (a Red-Ribbon School of Awesomeness), or somewhere– maybe it was actually IU, because at this point, that would make more sense. But I knew my way around. It was after religion fourth period, and I was really having trouble remembering my schedule for a minute, but I had it figured out. But I had ended the period without having fallen asleep once, so I was pretty proud of myself.

I saw Julie and was talking to her in the hall. There was this weirdo ramp thing, too, and it had little dents cut into it like it was supposed to look like really gradually-sloped stairs, but it wasn’t. I was joking, and I swear in my head it was funny, and I said, “Don’t climb up those stairs, Julie.” I don’t know. They were silly stairs. She never heard me, though, because we were separated in the crowd. I was walking up the stairs and I got more and more lost as I got off on different levels that looked nothing like Giuseppe High. I didn’t know where the heck I was going.

Mr. Sagely-Mozart or somebody came over the intercom guy and said something about a drill like yesterday’s, which made sense in my head because I had a weirdo vague memory of being evacuated the day before. I wasn’t concerned with that, though, because I was pretty sure I was in the part of the building where you didn’t have to evacuate, because it was like a Media Center, only I think this part was my own mental depiction of some obscure branch of IU. Anyway, I saw some random faces that I recognized, like Brandon Peculiar and Angelina Foaler– Angelina, if you read this, I don’t get it either…. I don’t remember whether I’ve ever spoken to you before. And I’m not trying to be unfriendly, I swear; I just get weird and uncomfortable around people I don’t know well, especially when the ratio of people I know to people I don’t know isn’t in my favor.

Mrs. Kilometers would “D” me for sure if she read that ridiculous run-on/fragment.

I also saw Mr. Nieleggings, and after a short period of messing absentmindedly around on a computer, I became concerned. What were we all doing here, and where were we? I couldn’t be on Channel Nine, because I don’t have Channel Nine, and neither does Brandon. And if I was at school and I had just finished fourth period, didn’t that mean I was late for class? So I approached Mr. Nieleggings.

“Do you, by any chance, know where Mrs. Kilometers is?” I was irritated with the weakness of my voice, but I needed to know, because if I was late to fifth period with Mrs. Kilometers, I would be in detention doing her filing work.

“Now, why would I know where Mrs. Kilometers is?” Mr. Nieleggings asked, and I couldn’t say, “Because you talk to her, like… every day,” now, could I? So I just shrugged and tried to explain the situation, getting all the while increasingly frantic. I’m pretty sure I was starting to cry from the combined stress of not knowing what was going on and having to talk to an authority figure by myself.

“I think you should bring me a bag of candy,” said Mr. Nieleggings. I guess he said that because he thought I was being annoying, and evidently he does have people bring in candy for such things. I am slightly ashamed of myself for dreaming of him saying that, because I don’t honestly think he would withhold information from me when I was in such a state, just to ensure a bag of candy for himself first.

I told him I’d bring him candy; of course I would. So he sent me on my way with my information, which I don’t think my imagination actually drudged up for me. I don’t really remember much more of that dream, except for I think Angelina said something that alarmed me, and I wondered, “How does she know that?” about whatever it was, and then I remembered that I’d told her the night before when we all went to see School House Rock, as performed by Kathy Olga’s middle school. Obviously, I didn’t actually see her there, as the only high school students I can recall seeing were myself, Brian Twinnish, and Joe Plasterings, whose father is the principal.

Then, the dream took me home. Everything was just perfectly normal, until I looked out the window in the dining room (or whatever you want to call it to the pool area. Then, I saw this gigantoid squid-looking thing that was some sort of space ship fairly bouncing through the air toward our house, and its legs/appendages were kicking the air like it could swim through it. I called my mom over and explained. Then I heard/felt it land on our roof.

After that, it took off and I saw it fly into the distance, and I wondered, “Is that it?”, but it wasn’t. It came back and crawled all over the fence, like something reminiscent of the movie Eight Legged Freaks, but more fluid, I think. Not that I’ve seen that movie. I have, however, seen previews.

The next time I looked out, there were gigantic tigers climbing one of the trees outside the fence. There were a whole bunch of other huge animals out there, too. I was convinced that they were going to take me away with them, because they were some form of extraterrestrial life. I had even convinced myself that every person who ever wrote a fantasy or sci-fi book got their ideas from actually being abducted by aliens/seeing actual talking tigers. Oh yeah– I think this one could talk. I just had a feeling.

Naturally, I was very concerned by the whole thing. There was also a ginormous tower– an electricity tower of some kind, I think– set up outside the fence on my far left. My mom was unconcerned. She was in a baking frenzy. There were two pans of chocolate brownies on the table, evidently having mostly been eaten; some of the sides had been cut off, like she didn’t want to eat them, but I know she likes the corners and sides most…. They were also very cake-like, which I thought was odd. It was like she put cakes in brownie pans. I dunno. She was making vanilla-flavored ones, too, which I’m pretty sure she never does unless we’re having company that really likes vanilla better than chocolate.

I tested one of the vanilla ones and found that she had put corn in them, because she’d “run out of chocolate chips.” I went with it and tried not to cringe while I finished eating it.

I kept remembering the animals and potential alien lifeforms in the pool area and making my mom look out the window. She kept not really caring. Her only concern seemed to be that the tower thing might mess with our electricity. It irritated me, so I went and hid out in my bedroom and fell asleep. Then I woke up and came out and had to ask if that had been a dream, because it was sure weird enough to be one, and she said it wasn’t.

At some point, I actually did wake up, and experience a moment of deja vu as I stumbled out of my bedroom and mumbled to my mom, who was doing laundry, that I had just had the weirdest dream. Then, I experienced deja vu again when she was entirely un-phased by the entire thing.

And now, we have caught up with the present.