The Trip

I spent the night with Grandpa, Chris and Cheri. Cheri and I snuck out and came back into her room through a sliding glass door, which we apparently forgot to lock. Grandpa made note of it in the morning. We all took off on some sort of journey. Grandpa was driving a big blue money van. I was behind him on a motorcycle. Traffic stopped suddenly and I almost rearended the van. I got impatient and passed everyone. Then the scene switched and I was with John and we were on a raft of some sort traveling in open water. I was checking out the scenery. We passed through many cities and a few states. We watched weather change. Back on land we were riding bicycles through a downtown area. We actually were riding through something like a huge department store or a mall. I think we were in Canada. I was looking at the merchandise and when I looked up on the wall there was a small clock (like the ones in school) and I said, "Damn, it's 3:15." The bicycle path was lit through the shops - which were closed. John said, "Let's go." We came to a house that we were going to rent. The bathroom was huge - about half as big as my house. It was covered in 1-foot square natural stone, cream colored tile and had a separate shower and tub. The shower area had a knee-high wall around it. The tub was like 10 feet long and had no curtain or anything. I noticed a knob on the wall above the tub, and I climbed onto the edge of the tub and pulled the knob. It was a long, thick rope, like a divider rope at the movies or something. It pulled out from the wall, and I deducted that it must be to hang a shower curtain on for privacy - only there was no place to hook it to the other wall.

Vampere Miguel

Michael Jackson was a vampire who would collect victims and plug them into the wall with connectors on their backs. They were like the plugs in "The Matrix" only there was only one in the middle of the back. I was a victim. He wordlessly plugged me into the wall. It didn't hurt or anything.