the skinny water bottles and TTD's

Julie and I had a soccer tournament somewhere in the Unites States, and Matthew, Annette, Mom, Dad, Lenore, Julie and I were driving there. Annette, Lenore and I got dropped off by a car repair business, and we kept seeing shady characters walking around. This one old man had a white beard, a green trench coat, and he was carrying one of those giant party subs, but you could tell he had already eaten a lot of it. He went into an adult video store, and Annette and I started being all immature and laughing at that. Another man came walking towards us, but he was young this time. He had big sunglasses and a water canteen around his neck, he turned the corner and we never saw him again.
Dad picked us up, because Julie and I had a soccer game to go to, and we needed to buy water, because their wasn't running water in any of the hotels, mainly for the reason that Americans didn't drink water except when they were sick.
We went into this little beverage store, where they sold water only in long, skinny bottles, and they were really expensive. I left the store, and found out later that my dad had taken some doodles, I had drawn in the hotel, and did this thing called T.T.D., which I kept getting confused with S.T.D. For T.T.D., you take a piece of art, and invest money into it, so it's eventually worth a lot of money, and rich art people collect it because they think its worth a lot, so the artist gets a bunch of money for it later. He told me he invested $850 into this one crappy picture of a diner, and then $46 000 into this picture of a bench infront of a window! I said, "DAD! Why would you spend so much money on that??" He said, " I thought you'd like it! Why would you let me invest so much money into it?"

the zombies and a shotgun

The entire world just found out that every person who had died recently would be turning into zombies, so all the living would have to re-kill those who were once dead. I remember looking out the front door and seeing zombies limp down the street, holding a shotgun in my hand.

two deaths and a home video

Last night, I dreamt that I was having sloppy joes at Sarah's house. Then, all of a sudden, we found out that her brother, Josh, was gone. He had disappeared. We came to the conclusion that he was dead. Sarah's mom was in complete shock, and I remember, being in the kitchen, which was huge and dark green, and her mom was just telling me stories about when he was young. I had no idea how to react. Then I watched home videos, in a room with tan carpets, with her dad from when Josh was just a little boy, and he was playing in the backyard. Then I realized that more than half of her family was not at home, and no one knew where they were. Sarah was looking at photo albums, and for some reason, I was just hanging out with her dad. Then, Dave came home, and he started freaking out because when he heard about Josh, which was understandable. Dave was so shocked by it, that he died too! I felt so bad for their family because it was falling apart. We went to a swimming pool with very blue water to meet the rest of her family, and I don't get why I didn't go home.

the soap bars and the mold

I was having a shower, and then I looked on the shelves and there were so many bars of soap that they were pouring off the shelves. Blue ones, green ones, white ones, Dove, Irish Spring, No Name. I didn't like the looks of any of them, except this tiny pink sliver of Dove, but when i picked it up, there was black mold on it and i let it wash down the drain.

the broken mirrors and classical guitars

Matthew and I were in a house that was like the annex Anne Frank stayed in, and we were trying to find a series of classical guitars, like it was a video game. We were video taping the whole experience and we were both wearing brown clothing and black toques. Each new door we came to had a glass mirror on it, and there was a security camera in it, so I got to karate kick each mirror out, so the bad guys couldn't find us. In each room, we'd find a new classical guitar, but they somehow got really tiny as soon as we grabbed them, so it we could carry them. Then, Matthew told me to hide, because we could hear someone coming, and I hid behind the hot water heater.

the green mini van and the white polar bear

I went on a family trip to Wyoming, I believe, with my parents, Matt and Julie. We drove there in a green mini-van. When we reached Wyoming, we stopped at a place that had a hotel, restaraunt and gas station all in one. All these places should have been separate, but for some reason, they were in one huge room, together. We parked our van beside the gas pump, and Matt and Julie and I decided to go explore. We found out that our hotel bed was right beside the gas pump. We were in big white room, with many other families in it, and it reminded me of the service station in Grease where they do the whole scene for "Grease-Lightening!". We walked back to our van, to see a stuffed white, polar bear beside it. After looking around, we noticed every family had one too! We climbed on top, and mom and dad took a wicked photo of us, because it looked like the bear was running.