Dream Journal
Mom, Damon and I were looking for Melissa in homer: she was lost. We drove through town very slowly keeping our eyes alert. At the main intersection, there was a large stop sign floating above intersection. The sign was hand-drawn on an oversized piece of cardboard.
Mom drover her Yukon and Damon and I stood on the back bumper. The back seat of Mom’s car was secured sideways to the outside of the car with packing tape. We made a stop at bowling alley and Mom ran inside to see if Melissa was in there.
Damon and I re-taped the back seat to help secure it better but it’s dirty. While Mom drove farther east, going towards home, the seat fell off. The seat had wheels on one edge and it rolled down the street until it crashed into an oncoming car.
I am now in the parking lot of the high school with my classmates; my band conductor was yelling at us to pack up all band equipment that is spread out over the entire parking lot; we need to pack it into the yellow bus. I kept looking around, but Melissa was not there.
Themes: Melissa