I had a weird dream last night. I was rich, and I was in my room, and then I went downstairs. Everyone was in the living room. I felt like someone was trying to get to me, so I went outside, and my house was on a hill, so I walked down the hill to sit on a low wall that was off of the high way. It was warm outside and the sun was just starting to set. Then three people can by that I knew on one bike. I didn’t know the girl, but I knew the two guys. One of the boys smelled really bad. So he went into his house across the street and he came out smelling worse. Then they rode off. And I still sat there waiting. It was dark out and I remember feeling my best friend lives on a street close to me. And I wanted to go to her house and wait, but I knew whoever was coming was going to my house. Then I wanted to get up and go, but there were more cars and they kept coming faster and there were more. And I was scared. Finally I decided I could make it, so I jumped off the wall, and ran back up to my house. And when I woke up I was crying. I was crying so bad I couldn’t breath. I know why I was crying too; because whoever I was waiting for didn’t come.
