Chickadee23

I am with my sister in mall. We are younger(like teenagers) again. There is a pool in the centre of the mall and she keeps picking me up and chucking me into it. A bunch of her friends show up and we go up on a platform in the pool. I grab onto one of her friends, he has red eyes and try to drown him. We fall off the platform and sink to the bottom of the pool. Every time he tries to swim up I grab him, push him down,stand on his body and push myself up to the surface. I get out of the water but he does too. I asked him why he wouldn't die. He replies that he is immortal and plus we were only under water for one minute. The platform turns into a table and we all sit down for a meal. There is a bowl that had powder in it, we pour milk on it and it turns into a pudding and then cake. I eat half and then another dessert comes. My sister asks me if I like the food. I respond with a bunch of strange head and hand gestures. She looks confused for a long time and then she's like "oh she thinks they're ok".

My highschool art teacher and I were put into a group together. We had to complete a series of art assignments first to win( I don't remember what the prize was or even if there was one). There were three other groups but they had four or five people in them. The first task involved painting wax onto a stick,building it up to a thick consistency. The second task was unclear, I think we just had to make a painting. The third task involved metal rings and using them to create a light fixture. It was chaotic and confusing and our group was last pretty much the entire time. I felt awful because I barely contributed to the projects.

This last part took place in a studio space I had in college. My old public school friend had copied a art project of mine. I had made a painting/sculpture of outer space , it had a planet sticking out of it. Her work was just an inverted version of mine. I was so angry at her because of the work I put I to it. I had to shoot out of a barrel up onto a floating island to collect the pieces for my art work. I told the professor that she copied me and he said that she would have to write three essays and create a new piece. I felt awful because I thought the punishment was too severe and I started to cry.