Time Flies When You Have Rollercoasters And A Greeting Card Artist's Wife
Author: slightly
I had some sort of free period at school, and decided to leave to go home for a little snack and a break. I go with a random guy that was created by my subconcious and we end up napping and watching TV until 7:40pm (notice in my dreams times are always very specific), and then have a quick panic attack that we completely missed school w/o realizing.
But then it's suddenly ok, and school is actually still on, so we drive quickly to a nearby amusmant park for our physics elective on projectile motion. Our first assignment--ride a rollercoaster. So me and Random Guy, hop on the nearest rollercoaster and contemplate why we're taking an elective physics class.
Once we get off, we're joined by my grandmother, who takes us to an extremely small home owned by the wife of some big shot greeting card artist. He also might own the amusant park, but I don't remember. Anyway, my grandmother smoozes her way into the heavily security-ed home, saying that she's the wife of "the president" (not of the country, but she was alluding to some company), so this woman let's her in, and Random Guy and I sit in the cramped living room covered in goldish and flowered furniture and decoration while my grandmother and the woman venture to the basement for reasons unknown. Then the woman shows off the kitchen, whose walls are covered in every greeting card her husband ever designed. From here, the dream ends.
