Zukin's Dream Journal! <3

It was the end of the school day, and I was walking to an after school club. Two boys were being jerks, so I told them to...go away. I finally found the meeting place in a classroom, and the 2 men where there. Ugh. I sat in the front and ignored them. After about 20 minutes in the meeting, the phone rang and the teacher answered it.

"Yes, she's here," He said. He looked at me and motioned for me to come to the front of the room.

"He wants you downstairs now. Someone has reported that you have been carrying weapons to school," He says. Whaaat?

I march downstairs to the commons where an officer takes me outside. We walk into town and sit on the curb.

"Have you been doing drugs?" He asks violently.

"No, I have not," I respond.

"Tell me the truth," He says, louder.

"What makes you think I'm even on drugs?"

"GOD DAMMIT TELL THE TRUTH!!!" Strangers begin to stare.

"What the hell? I'm not even on prescription drugs!" I yell back, "I've had enough of this shit." I pick up my backpack and walk away.

The next afternoon as I am walking home I realize that I forgot my sketchpad back on the street curb. I walk into a small store and ask if they have it. A cute Asian store manager hands me my sketchpad with my little drawings.

I sit outside her store against the brick wall and begin to draw. The officer sits beside me. Oh god, not him again. From my peripheral view I can see that he is balding, he doesn't have much hair as it is. He is Caucasian and a little chubby.

"I am sorry for my behavior yesterday," He says cooly.

"Whatever," I'm thinking about leaving.

"Look around you," He says. We are now in a bigger city, a little smaller than New York City, and people are bustling around us. We are still sitting with our backs against a building wall. "The people here know nothing of awareness, and I don't want you to lose you're awareness either." What did he mean by awareness?

"Keep the light inside you burning strong, and never let it die."

I was on a road trip with a group of friends. We were in a park that had many different rides. On one ride there was what looked like a subdivision, but the road was composed entirely of raging water. We got on a large innertube made for 4 people and rode on that one. It was pretty fast. At the end of the ride it spilled us out onto a wet grassy area and my friends decided that they wanted to ride that one again. The park offered a service that gave people free rides back to the beginning of rides using a 4 wheeler. My friends hopped on the 4 wheeler but 2 of us (including myself) couldn't fit on the 4 wheeler due to lack of available seats.

"That's ok!" My friend says, "I have a motorcycle!" She literally takes the motorcycle out of her pocket and we climb on.

"THAT'S HER!" I hear someone yell in front of us. There are police men, possibly the SWAT team, standing around. Either way, there are men dressed in black (almost to the point of looking like ninjas) staring at us. They are pointing to my friend, accusing her of having a rare and illegal drug.

"Shit!!" She screams, and accelerates the motorcycle. The SWAT team chases after us. The road is ending on us, and the only means of escape is a garage door that is closing. She accelerates to get there before the door closes all the way. We have about a foot of space closing in on us before the door meets the ground. She swerves suddenly and puts the motorcycle at about a 15° angle. The vehicle screeches and we slide safely inside.

She keeps going top speed and I'm clinging on to her for dear life. The police are catching up with us again as we race down a hallway inside the building (the garage was also a entrance to a large building with a long hallway). The hallway is about to end, and the only way out is a door which leads down a large set of spiral stairs. She breaks the door down with the motorcycle still going fast and we go tumbling down the STAIRS on a flipping MOTORCYCLE!!!

"MOTORCYCLES WEREN'T MADE FOR THISSSSSSSSSSSS!@!!!!!!!!@@@" I scream in a bumpy panic. After about 15 flights of spiral stairs we zoom out of the building and back onto open streets. I can see a few police men staring at us. One of them is holding a tiny can of metallic green.