I was on a swim team that practiced every day at a pool that I've actually only been to once -- about eight years ago. My (very) old friend Lindsay was on the team as well, along with her friend Aubrey, who I never really liked.
We decided to race across the pool and they beat me by an awful lot. I felt so ashamed that I decided to ride my bicycle down to the Capital building and read. I'm not sure why the Capital building, and I'm not sure why I rode my bicycle. I'm not even sure if it works anymore.
When I approached the bench (still wearing my swim cap) that I intended to read on, I realized that two wolves had been following me all the way downtown. I don't know why there were wolves downtown, but there were, and I figured I'd better get the hell out of there.
So I turned around and rode back through the commercial district, where I was caught behind a funeral procession that my parents were taking part in. "Oh, hi, Meredith," they said, "Come with us to this nice lady's house." It turned out they were trying to bring me to a meeting of the local Episcopal church to convert me.
I followed them all the way to a woman's house in the insanely rich part of town. The front patio had a sort of waterfall built into it, and I could see the reflections of stained glass windows. I didn't particularly want to schmooze with the Episcopalians, but I went in anyway because I thought I'd seen a plate of doughnuts.
After I'd eaten quite a few sugared doughnuts, I had to go to the bathroom, so I tried to find the lady whose house it was. She told me, but then trapped me to a wall so I couldn't get away while she lectured to me about how I should join the Episcopal Church.
Finally, I managed to get to the bathroom, and it was about a foot wide. I'm not sure how I got out of there, but I'm sure I'd remember it with some hypnotherapy.
