My dream last night:
It was kinda like a Harry Potter series, except all he characters looked like family guy characters. Apparently salt was the thing that saved it all, and I knew that all along. It started out with us in school, everything was normal. People were in carpools and such, and I walked home. Then, one day, everyone was rushing home. You gotta understand…normally, I wasn’t the only one walking or biking home from high school. The last time it was bright and sunny with a few clouds. This time, it was dark and stormy, and the giant busses lingered as they rushed by at unimaginable speeds through the gates. I knew there was danger, and I knew I needed to escape…but I didn’t know how. However, I got lucky, and Brother Rhead, in his little minivan, along with Josh Peterson came along and saved me. We drove away to this little shack that was broken down. We started making up stories to entertain each other, and that’s where my short story came into play: Melanie was a bright and enthusiastic 4 year-old. She liked candy, toys, but especially Christmas. The reason why she liked Christmas was because she got candy and toys in her stocking. She thought that was a pretty neat-o. One day, she was being driven home from preschool by another mom in the carpool group. As Melanie looked out the window, she saw: stripes on a pole, light’s on a house, and even a reindeer! It had to be Christmas time. She rushed inside the house, as the person in charge waited for her mom to come in the car….and she grabbed aaaaallllllllll the socks she could find and started taping, gluing and stapling them to the wall. When her mom came home and saw this, Melanie excitedly exclaimed: Merry Christmas! Her mom talked to her, and found out that the stripes on a pole were for a barbershop, the lights were for 4th of July, and the reindeer was actually a horse on a buggy. She gave her a hug and that ended the story. Everyone in our little group laughed and then at the end said awwwww. After everyone had told some good stories, we decided to get down to business. It was time to defeat the enemy, and apparently that was our job. But, we needed reinforcement. Our greatest weapon remained in jail…the stupid skeleton guy. He might have been stupid, but he had magical powers like nobody imagined. The trip over there was not through walking, we apparated like true magical folk. Strangely enough, the cell was like our shack, aside from the bars one on side, a door for visitors, a garage, and just a wall. Nevertheless, the skeleton guy couldn’t just walk out because all his powers were zapped in there. Ours weren’t. Neither were the death eaters. I didn’t know that salt was the answer, until I had my first encounter with a death eater. Until then, brother Rhead had a magical salt umbrella over us. But when we got into the jail cell, scary faces started lashing at us. The magical skeleton gave us salt packets and said “Use these” and the scary things that wanted to eat our brains went away. “I have an idea!” , I proclaimed. Despite being exhausted, everyone replied: “what?” “I need to get as much salt as I can!” But the problem was where….where could I go to find salt. Stores, individually, were already destroyed by the death eaters. Mall of America wasn’t, and it was our last hope. My sister kaitlyn (don’t ask where she came in, but she did) and I went off with just a teeny salt packet to protect us knowing full and well that there might be death eaters walking the hallways of that mall in every corner and that we had to use acting skills abundantly. When we got to the top of the hill, we shook hands and parted ways. I was on a mission to find salt, and I started at a diner/restaurant. I snagged some from people’s tables. One couple insisted firmly that they keep theirs. Those little packets had to be no bigger than a stamp, but at least they were something. Then I went to a laundry store, because apparently detergent has a ton of salt in it. This was going to be trickier, those laundry ladies don’t give up their soap easily. Cornering one, I persuaded with ease to see the soap. She proudly boasted about the salt content and such and I listened as if I was intrigued. After her little presentation, she warned me not to take it, and I said I wouldn’t. Foolishly, I looked outside the little laundry room and saw the mall again. Chaos roamed what was once a hurried calm. Anarchy ruled, and I knew I would die if I went out there. Back into the room, I took the bucket of detergent and water, but the laundry lady saw me out of the corner of her eye! I rushed through the back door, past the machines, and suddenly I was in a house. A house resembling my own of sorts. But she knew I was in here! The backyard seemed to be my only refuge. Unlike mine, there was green grass, tall walls, many toys, a giant pool, no fences, and multiple hiding spots. I waited there for three days wondering about the fate of the world. Until, a little kid found me, must have been 4 or 5. As they were about to scream I said: “Wait, I can give you candy, which was true because I did have candy in my room.” Now a group of about 5 of them were over there, and they brought me their leader, a smart-looking 5 year old girl. “Why you here?” Definitely the leader, she knew how to question. I told her to sit down, and we had a discussion as I told her the story thus far. It ended with me explaining why I needed the salt container, in the cupboard, in the kitchen. This wasn’t the greatest of ideas, because she went and told her mommy. As if I should have expected anything else. The Mexican cleaning lady told me to calm down. She told me that she thought I was a death eater, and I could have the salt if it really were for such a noble purpose as saving the world. I thanked her profusely, and was about to leave, then…the girl: Marissa, said something. “I wanna come toooo..” One quick glance, and the mom deemed me worthy to take all of her 6 kids under the age of five to our hideout. Yet, the mom didn’t come with us, it was strange. We got back there, and it was worse than I thought. Since death eaters could be in human form, or in ghost form, and still cause damage, they were in the jail cell causing damage in ghost form. I quickly spread salt from the container around the perimeter, then I called dins on the cot and spread salt around it. Pondering, I sat there for a while to figure this mess out. The kids chattered away, and I finally decided that I needed to fight the bad guy myself. None of the people in our group would take that, it was all or nothing at this point, too many people had died already. The skeleton guy opened the garage (and since he couldn’t escape, this is what happened) we saw the water up to 11/12 feet high, and just a little bit of room at the top. A skinny cartoon guy said “It’s pointless, they’ve already won!” We decided not to take that. Kaitlyn did a spell to move the water away temporarily, and I did a spell to get skeleton guy out of the jail cell, and protect us from death eaters momentarily. Kaitlyn lost her grip, but we were out of there. Damage had reached the extent that it had flooded everywhere aside from a rough cliff side that we all hung onto. That annoying guy was up higher but many meters away, and he looked all smug and said “this is not going to work” as Lord Voldemort came down onto the mountain and shooed him away. He brought a whole team of his best death eaters, But we were not outnumbered, because of the kids, we had the same amount of people. I had a secret weapon, though, the salt. There was only half a container left in my pocket, and a few packets. Both groups were near the imminent danger of drowning in the water, but neither cared. Quickly, he launched his attack, with red beams protruding from his wand and others to create a weave of power into one. Except it was red. We did the same, and had a battle between the lights. This lasted shortly, and he lost the battle. They had less strength, and their group fell into the ocean and dissolved. We all cheered, and the skeleton guy asked: “What do you think finally finished him off?” And I replied cheerfully: “The salt, it was the salt all along.” They laughed, and I woke up from my dream.
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Go die in a ditch if you're a b*tch, if you're a jerk, go to work, if you're just mean, flee the scene, and if you're rude, go ahead and intrude because you're probably just like me.
26 Jul 2011, 6:50 pm
