my mother woke me up at 6:10 and then decided to let me sleep in that day.
i went back to sleep and had this dream:
first, a huge amount of rally kids - including the giant death puppet - were playing some elaborate game on the field. jesse, nate, and nick were there. later, we were sitting around a campfire and having fun.
then, i was in this house (which was supposed to be my house) with a whole lot of my relatives. we were sitting around a table kind of holding hands and my aunt told me about how my other aunt had murdered my cousin, when he was eight years old.
no one had ever known about this, it was kind of a family scandal, and none of the other cousins had been born yet when it happened, so they didn't remember it.
at any rate, my aunt gloria (the killer) moved with her husband to washington and raised two other children (that bit is true).
my mother had bought the house from them, knowing full well what had gone on with. my other aunt said this with a sort of bitter hatred.
then my mother came in and i ran into her arms, because i was scared. "what have they been telling you?" she asked. "have they been making me the bad guy?"
later, we went upstairs and i had to use the bathroom. it was a long, skinny, pink-ish sort of bathroom. i was about to go in (still quite scared) when my mother said, "i don't know if you want to do that."
"why not?" i asked.
"that's where he was when the ambulance came."
i woke up with the image of a dead eight year old boy in my bathroom and had to pee.
needless to say, i didn't use the bathroom until i got to school.
