Food

I was visiting a large food court built over a river. It had multiple stories and was very busy. I saw a woman I knew who worked there. We talked about a show called Matchwits. Later, I was looking out a panoramic window and I could see helicopters leaving the building. The pilots had scary faces painted on their helmets. One of the helicopters crashed and exploded. I ran to the other side of the building as evacuation began.

We arrived at the cabin around dinner time. I spotted small gravestones for two men named John Champion, but I don’t think they were related to me. We went inside and I saw a bear on the other side of the window. No one believed me until it came inside. The bear was the same height as our standard poodle. It chewed on the poodle’s snout until I distracted it by throwing my chicken sandwich outside. We sat at the table for dessert. We each had our own shortcake; none of us had toppings. I ate a quarter of mine. I continued to sit at the table while some guy drew a picture of me. He was very talented.

Cassie and I were crawling through small tunnels in Ireland. The tunnels led to a very wet cave where a large snake lived. The snake talked and had a feminine voice. She invited us to dinner in her dimly lit cave. She served red wine, lettuce soup, and meat from human children. She used chopsticks and we used silverware. Then I went to a different part of the cave where I had a seated water gun fight with LeBron James and two other men. This event had a small audience.

Gabe and I were sitting at a table with a strange new kid. Gabe was mad at him for drawing on the table with a blue crayon. Gabe’s mom removed the crayon marks right away. The kid wanted to know what my favorite small business was. I told him I wasn’t sure because I didn’t get out much. The kid gave me a large bag filled with candy, cookies, and Millionaires cassette tapes. He told me to distribute these things to CSU students in the name of Buddha. Then he got mad when he saw me licking a lollipop in public.

My mom left me at my grandparents’ house with a seven-foot bear. She also left a noisy coyote pup in the closet. The bear got sick of the noise so he killed the coyote and left its bones on the floor. My mom returned and I sat on a loveseat with her. My grandparents sat on separate couches. We were listening to War From A Harlots Mouth but my grandpa turned it off after a few songs and switched to bagpipe music.