I am walking on the sidewalk behind three girls who are laughing and messing around with each other. A girl passes by them, moving in the opposite direction and one of the three girls tries to purposely bump into her. The girl is listening to her ipod so doesn't notice as she misses being elbowed.
These girls are looking for a fight... and I'm ready to give them one.
I walk a little faster so that I can pass in front of them. I walk to the left of them and that same girl hears me walking from behind and purposely sticks her elbow out trying to "accidentally" hit me and start something. I dodge her elbow and put my elbow out to do the same. I end up hitting her though. Her friends are stunned and they start saying something to me. I turn around and ask, "What? You want something?" The girl looks at me and gets in a fighting stance, I do too.
I put my mindset in boxing mode, remembering what I learned in my personal training sessions. I dodge her first punch and try to throw some jabs out but my hands are moving in slow motion. She, on the other hand, is moving quickly. I get really close to her so that her punches can't hit my face. I lean my chin down towards her and start punching her sides. But again, my hands are moving in slow motion and this isn't hurting her.
Somehow, we're now in front of a gas station and we apparently agreed to take a break and get some water [What? I didn't know street fights take water breaks]. This gas station doesn't allow you to go in with your bag packs so I leave mine outside. The girl and I are both inside this tiny gas station store and she starts slowly pushing me. I can't defend myself, my hands won't move. Finally, I am able to move my feet and I walk out. Her friends have taken my bag pack. I snatch it from their hands and get ready to walk away. This isn't going to end well for me.
As I'm walking away, the girl I was fighting comes out of the store and starts yelling something at me. I turn around...
And then... I wake up.
Thursday, June 20, 2013
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
grandpas
I am at a vacation resort with my parents. Our hotel overlooks this large swimming pool and there are tons of people there dancing around celebrating. Some are wearing bright-colored bathing suits while others are dressed a little more conservatively, yet still brightly colored. It's really sunny but I don't feel hot. The pink and blue parasols surround the swimming pool.
The sun is slowly setting and somehow my parents and I are at the pool.
Without knowing how, I just know that we are at a resort where people from the past (dead or alive) are hanging around. It was a place where past met present for a couple of hours. Thus, technically, you could meet a younger version of yourself here. I look across the pool and I see my two grandpas [both of which have passed away a long time ago] dancing happily to some music I can't make out. Both of them look much younger and so happy. They're just dancing and having the time of their lives. I tell my mom, "Look! Look!! It's Grandpa!! Can you believe this?! They're here!"
My mom, who was very close to her father, just smiles and stares at my grandpa. We're both so shocked. We don't dare move in case the slightest movement makes them disappear.
I can't believe it. I'm seeing both of my grandpas, I can actually see them, touch them, and hug them. My paternal grandpa, who looks much younger with a skinny waistline and darker hair, catches me looking at him. He smiles and waves me over to dance with him. He grabs my hand and I start dancing and laughing with him. I ask my mom where my dad is so he can see his father but he's nowhere to be found.
While I'm dancing with my paternal grandpa, I see my dad in the background. For a split second, I don't know if this is my "present dad" or "past dad." I see that he has a smear of paint on his arm and for some reason, that confirms that he's my present dad. I yell at him over the music, "Look, daddy!! Look, it's Grandpa!! Come hug him!" But my dad looks at us with such sadness and doesn't want to come hug his dad. The memories are just too much for him.
And then... I wake up.
Without knowing how, I just know that we are at a resort where people from the past (dead or alive) are hanging around. It was a place where past met present for a couple of hours. Thus, technically, you could meet a younger version of yourself here. I look across the pool and I see my two grandpas [both of which have passed away a long time ago] dancing happily to some music I can't make out. Both of them look much younger and so happy. They're just dancing and having the time of their lives. I tell my mom, "Look! Look!! It's Grandpa!! Can you believe this?! They're here!"
My mom, who was very close to her father, just smiles and stares at my grandpa. We're both so shocked. We don't dare move in case the slightest movement makes them disappear.
I can't believe it. I'm seeing both of my grandpas, I can actually see them, touch them, and hug them. My paternal grandpa, who looks much younger with a skinny waistline and darker hair, catches me looking at him. He smiles and waves me over to dance with him. He grabs my hand and I start dancing and laughing with him. I ask my mom where my dad is so he can see his father but he's nowhere to be found.
While I'm dancing with my paternal grandpa, I see my dad in the background. For a split second, I don't know if this is my "present dad" or "past dad." I see that he has a smear of paint on his arm and for some reason, that confirms that he's my present dad. I yell at him over the music, "Look, daddy!! Look, it's Grandpa!! Come hug him!" But my dad looks at us with such sadness and doesn't want to come hug his dad. The memories are just too much for him.
And then... I wake up.
Thursday, March 7, 2013
skydiving in Hawaii
My friends and I are getting ready to skydive and I'm so excited. I have Necalli with me getting ready to take pictures but I can't seem to find in in my bag pack. The truck is going faster and the wind is rushing through my hair.
All of a sudden, the car is now actually a small plane and we're about to take off. I can't believe it. I'm really going to skydive in Hawaii, I'm SO excited! I don't even feel nervous, I just feel excited and free at the thought of me jumping out over this beautiful ocean.
And then... I wake up.
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
sucky professor
I am walking towards the class that I'm teaching and I'm feeling a little nervous. It is only when I'm walking into the classroom that I realize I did not print the syllabus out for my students nor do I have anything prepared for the class!!
I walk in and the students are sitting there waiting for me. I introduce myself and make a couple of jokes, to which the students laugh hysterically at. They seem to really like me. Everyone's paying attention. I'm looking at the unfinished syllabus that I printed out right before class and it doesn't make any sense. How could I not finish this before my first day of teaching?
I apologize and tell them that I forgot to print out the syllabus and need to go make some copies really quick. I run out of class and look for a printer or a computer. But when I walk out, I am inside a factory-like building with wood planks and loud noise all around me. I see an old computer all the way in the back but someone is printing out something.
They tell me they just finished and I go on the computer. But I realize that there is no way for me to access my syllabus because it is on my laptop at home. I begin to panic and my breathing gets faster. I don't know what to do.
I look up and I see a couple of students leaving my class already. I run back to my class and see that most of the students have left except maybe 5-7 and they're just packing up. I apologize profusely and tell them not to leave my class. They look at me with such disappointment as if they were expecting such a better and more organized professor. My heart begins to sink... I've completely failed...
And then... I wake up.
I walk in and the students are sitting there waiting for me. I introduce myself and make a couple of jokes, to which the students laugh hysterically at. They seem to really like me. Everyone's paying attention. I'm looking at the unfinished syllabus that I printed out right before class and it doesn't make any sense. How could I not finish this before my first day of teaching?
I apologize and tell them that I forgot to print out the syllabus and need to go make some copies really quick. I run out of class and look for a printer or a computer. But when I walk out, I am inside a factory-like building with wood planks and loud noise all around me. I see an old computer all the way in the back but someone is printing out something.
They tell me they just finished and I go on the computer. But I realize that there is no way for me to access my syllabus because it is on my laptop at home. I begin to panic and my breathing gets faster. I don't know what to do.
I look up and I see a couple of students leaving my class already. I run back to my class and see that most of the students have left except maybe 5-7 and they're just packing up. I apologize profusely and tell them not to leave my class. They look at me with such disappointment as if they were expecting such a better and more organized professor. My heart begins to sink... I've completely failed...
And then... I wake up.
Monday, November 12, 2012
gang territory
It's night time but there are a lot of people around still. I'm walking somewhere, maybe home, and I walk down a street to take a shortcut. I see guys, who I know are gang members, standing by the alley where I usually walk through to take my shortcut home. As I'm approaching it, some guy with a hoody and saggy pants yells at me, "Hey, lady, looking sexy." I ignore him and keep walking. I realize it's too dark and if something happens to me, nobody could help me. I decide to take the long route.
Out of nowhere, the same guy who tried to flirt with me earlier, punches me in the face and knocks me down. He's on top of me with a knife over my neck and he smiles while saying, "Don't tell anyone" and he cuts my neck, not enough where I'm bleeding profusely but enough where I'm bleeding a little bit. I put my hand over my neck so as not to lose a lot of blood and I'm crying just laying on the floor. I look around but no one is helping me. There are about 20-30 people just standing around me, staring at me, but not moving.
I feel like I'm getting ready to die. Then a couple of that guy's friends start walking towards me. I think they're coming to finish the job and kill me. I try to stand but I can't so I start crawling away, telling them not to kill me. One of the guy has a knife in his hand and I try to stand up but I can't. He comes over and throws the knife by my side, telling me that it's for me to protect myself. I take it and stand up and start walking away backwards, looking at everyone who are still not helping.
Another gang comes out from another alley and the guy yells, "Oh hell no. You think you can come in here with your little knife in MY territory?" I keep walking backwards, looking at him the whole time, telling him "It's not mine, this isn't mine." Trying to tell him that the knife isn't mine and that I didn't bring it with me. He doesn't believe me, he thinks I've challenged him. His 2 friends come towards me, 1 of them hits me with a beanbag kind of thing.
My knife has turned into a long sword, but it's as if it's made out of paper because it bends and is not very hard. I wave the sword around so they get scared. The 2 guys still get close to me. I put the sword by 1 of the guys's throats and yell, "I don't want to slash your neck but I will if you guys get closer." They back off a little bit but their head boss now takes out a gun. I'm still walking backwards, tears falling from my eyes, while I continue to say, "This isn't mine."
And then... I wake up.
Out of nowhere, the same guy who tried to flirt with me earlier, punches me in the face and knocks me down. He's on top of me with a knife over my neck and he smiles while saying, "Don't tell anyone" and he cuts my neck, not enough where I'm bleeding profusely but enough where I'm bleeding a little bit. I put my hand over my neck so as not to lose a lot of blood and I'm crying just laying on the floor. I look around but no one is helping me. There are about 20-30 people just standing around me, staring at me, but not moving.
I feel like I'm getting ready to die. Then a couple of that guy's friends start walking towards me. I think they're coming to finish the job and kill me. I try to stand but I can't so I start crawling away, telling them not to kill me. One of the guy has a knife in his hand and I try to stand up but I can't. He comes over and throws the knife by my side, telling me that it's for me to protect myself. I take it and stand up and start walking away backwards, looking at everyone who are still not helping.
Another gang comes out from another alley and the guy yells, "Oh hell no. You think you can come in here with your little knife in MY territory?" I keep walking backwards, looking at him the whole time, telling him "It's not mine, this isn't mine." Trying to tell him that the knife isn't mine and that I didn't bring it with me. He doesn't believe me, he thinks I've challenged him. His 2 friends come towards me, 1 of them hits me with a beanbag kind of thing.
My knife has turned into a long sword, but it's as if it's made out of paper because it bends and is not very hard. I wave the sword around so they get scared. The 2 guys still get close to me. I put the sword by 1 of the guys's throats and yell, "I don't want to slash your neck but I will if you guys get closer." They back off a little bit but their head boss now takes out a gun. I'm still walking backwards, tears falling from my eyes, while I continue to say, "This isn't mine."
And then... I wake up.
Thursday, October 18, 2012
snow causes car accidents
My best friend is in the driver's seat and I am in the passenger seat. We are driving through some really curvy roads in the mountains, thus it is a two-lane road with opposite traffic in one lane.
All of a sudden, I realize that I'm in the driver's seat and our seats are both leaned back really far as if we're sleeping. I realize that my best friend is not maneuvering the car but I am.. with my feet!! By the time I realize this, we're on the left lane of the road heading opposite of traffic and a car is coming our way. I brake and the car goes around us but there are more cars coming towards us. Michelle and I somehow switch seats and before she even can get to the proper driving lane (on the right side), a car that was coming towards us swerves to their left and crashes against the mountains.
I yell at Michelle, "Watch out!" And we manage to not get hit, then another car comes and hits that other car that just crashed, we manage to also duck that one. But then a car comes directly right at us because they're skidding on the road and hits us gently. Then a big rig hits us really hard from the back. Upon impact, snow goes into our car. For a few seconds, I cannot breathe because I am buried in snow. I am thinking that maybe an avalanche is causing these accidents.
I manage to quickly get some of the snow out so that it's only up to my waist now. I look over and there's a chunk of snow that is wrapped around Michelle's neck. She's starting to choke so I take that chunk of snow and throw it out the window. Because the big rig had hit us so hard, it sent us flying down the road but the back of the car didn't look damaged from the inside. The big rig passes by us and it's a University of Cincinnati big rig. I say to Michelle that the big rig had brought the snow from Ohio all the way to California and that's why all that snow went in our car!
I look in the back of the car but there's only a little bit of snow left on the seats now. Michelle and I are also no longer covered in snow. We continue driving and I realize that all the other cars that were around us in the crash were also passing by us and continued on their merry way. I ask Michelle, "Isn't anyone going to stop??!! Shouldn't we call the cops or something?!" But she doesn't respond and we keep driving.
I yell at Michelle, "Watch out!" And we manage to not get hit, then another car comes and hits that other car that just crashed, we manage to also duck that one. But then a car comes directly right at us because they're skidding on the road and hits us gently. Then a big rig hits us really hard from the back. Upon impact, snow goes into our car. For a few seconds, I cannot breathe because I am buried in snow. I am thinking that maybe an avalanche is causing these accidents.
I manage to quickly get some of the snow out so that it's only up to my waist now. I look over and there's a chunk of snow that is wrapped around Michelle's neck. She's starting to choke so I take that chunk of snow and throw it out the window. Because the big rig had hit us so hard, it sent us flying down the road but the back of the car didn't look damaged from the inside. The big rig passes by us and it's a University of Cincinnati big rig. I say to Michelle that the big rig had brought the snow from Ohio all the way to California and that's why all that snow went in our car!
I look in the back of the car but there's only a little bit of snow left on the seats now. Michelle and I are also no longer covered in snow. We continue driving and I realize that all the other cars that were around us in the crash were also passing by us and continued on their merry way. I ask Michelle, "Isn't anyone going to stop??!! Shouldn't we call the cops or something?!" But she doesn't respond and we keep driving.
Sunday, October 7, 2012
juvie prison
It is a Friday night and I was just caught cheating for the second time on my test so the professor sends me to "juvie hall", it ends up being a large prison for adolescent girls.
I enter the prison yard and am allowed to wear any white t-shirt that I own and a pair of jean shorts because they do not have time to process me yet. I look around and all the girls are so young and wearing a white t-shirt and orange pants. I can't believe that I'm in prison!! Why did I cheat? Why would I be so stupid as to do it twice? I feel so embarrassed.
The prison guards lead me to an area outside of the building where sleeping bags are lined up row after row after row. This is where the inmates sleep. This is where I'm going to sleep! Outside? What about beds inside? Apparently, this prison did not function this way. Everyone seemed nice, nobody looked at me like they were going to beat me up. I go to my assigned sleeping bag and get in.
Everyone is laying down and getting ready to go to bed. I see a girl next to me with her cell phone. I know that we are allowed to only text to our parents but that the guards check our phone every day. I look down and see my cell phone too but am afraid to use it because I do not know if I remember the rule correctly. I recall my parents telling me that they will do their best to get me out of here.
One by one a couple of the girls start talking to each other. I'm scared they'll get us in trouble but the guards are standing right there and don't say anything. Some of the girls say they can't sleep and are going for a walk around the prison yard. One by one girls get up too. I do the same and say I'll go for a walk as well.
I enter one of the buildings and break down in tears. I can't believe that I'm in prison. All I can think about is that I have homework due on Monday and I have papers and articles to work on but I can't because I don't have any of my things. I'm also worried about what my professors and friends will think when they hear I'm in prison. I won't even be able to get out until Monday. But seriously, most of all.. I'm concerned about my homework and I can't stop crying over all the work I have to do.
I get out of the building and I see a group of people from my high school. They're here to volunteer at the prison. What if they see me? I quickly look away. Thankfully, I'm in my white t-shirt and jean shorts so I could always pretend that I'm also volunteering. Just in case, I walk the opposite direction before anyone sees me. One of my friend makes eye contact with me but I had already told her about the situation. She comes my way and we walk together.
One of the inmates who had befriended me earlier joins me and my friend me and takes us to the prison "clothing store." It's a place with all sorts of pretty dresses where women can go in and try them on just as a boost of self-esteem while they're in the prison. They cannot buy nor take the dresses out of the shop--they just try them on in the fitting room and give it back afterward. I go in and don't feel like doing this but the inmate pushes me to do so. I pick a random purple dress and go into the fitting room. I realize that all the curtains are see-through. There are also male prisoners at this fitting room trying on men's suits. I'm scared they're going to look through the curtains so I look for other stalls but none of them have doors and all of them have the see-through curtains. Finally, I find a corner stall and take off my clothes to try on the dress. I realize that the dress is also see-through. I try to put my clothes back on but get stuck. Suddenly, I see people leaving the fitting rooms and the lights starting to turn off. It's apparently lunch time and people are leaving to get food.
I panic. I'm going to be late for count time and get in trouble if I'm not in line for lunch! I try my best to hurry and get my clothes back on but I keep getting stuck and the clothes won't go over my head or just won't go on. It's like trying to put on clothes right after getting out of the pool still wet. I tell the lady that's turning off the light that I'm still in here so she doesn't lock me up. She tells me to hurry up.
And then... I wake up.
I enter the prison yard and am allowed to wear any white t-shirt that I own and a pair of jean shorts because they do not have time to process me yet. I look around and all the girls are so young and wearing a white t-shirt and orange pants. I can't believe that I'm in prison!! Why did I cheat? Why would I be so stupid as to do it twice? I feel so embarrassed.
The prison guards lead me to an area outside of the building where sleeping bags are lined up row after row after row. This is where the inmates sleep. This is where I'm going to sleep! Outside? What about beds inside? Apparently, this prison did not function this way. Everyone seemed nice, nobody looked at me like they were going to beat me up. I go to my assigned sleeping bag and get in.
Everyone is laying down and getting ready to go to bed. I see a girl next to me with her cell phone. I know that we are allowed to only text to our parents but that the guards check our phone every day. I look down and see my cell phone too but am afraid to use it because I do not know if I remember the rule correctly. I recall my parents telling me that they will do their best to get me out of here.
One by one a couple of the girls start talking to each other. I'm scared they'll get us in trouble but the guards are standing right there and don't say anything. Some of the girls say they can't sleep and are going for a walk around the prison yard. One by one girls get up too. I do the same and say I'll go for a walk as well.
I enter one of the buildings and break down in tears. I can't believe that I'm in prison. All I can think about is that I have homework due on Monday and I have papers and articles to work on but I can't because I don't have any of my things. I'm also worried about what my professors and friends will think when they hear I'm in prison. I won't even be able to get out until Monday. But seriously, most of all.. I'm concerned about my homework and I can't stop crying over all the work I have to do.
I get out of the building and I see a group of people from my high school. They're here to volunteer at the prison. What if they see me? I quickly look away. Thankfully, I'm in my white t-shirt and jean shorts so I could always pretend that I'm also volunteering. Just in case, I walk the opposite direction before anyone sees me. One of my friend makes eye contact with me but I had already told her about the situation. She comes my way and we walk together.
One of the inmates who had befriended me earlier joins me and my friend me and takes us to the prison "clothing store." It's a place with all sorts of pretty dresses where women can go in and try them on just as a boost of self-esteem while they're in the prison. They cannot buy nor take the dresses out of the shop--they just try them on in the fitting room and give it back afterward. I go in and don't feel like doing this but the inmate pushes me to do so. I pick a random purple dress and go into the fitting room. I realize that all the curtains are see-through. There are also male prisoners at this fitting room trying on men's suits. I'm scared they're going to look through the curtains so I look for other stalls but none of them have doors and all of them have the see-through curtains. Finally, I find a corner stall and take off my clothes to try on the dress. I realize that the dress is also see-through. I try to put my clothes back on but get stuck. Suddenly, I see people leaving the fitting rooms and the lights starting to turn off. It's apparently lunch time and people are leaving to get food.
I panic. I'm going to be late for count time and get in trouble if I'm not in line for lunch! I try my best to hurry and get my clothes back on but I keep getting stuck and the clothes won't go over my head or just won't go on. It's like trying to put on clothes right after getting out of the pool still wet. I tell the lady that's turning off the light that I'm still in here so she doesn't lock me up. She tells me to hurry up.
And then... I wake up.
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