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Finding the Purple Rhino

I drive up a dirt road to a garage sale with my mom. I park and we walk to this semi trailer that is packed with items for sale. I look at this doll house, and can’t believe my eyes. I’ve found a perfectly preserved version of my friend’s most cherished stuffed animal, a little purple rhino. I pump my fist in the air and shout something to the affect of "I am the master commander!". She’s been searching for one for years, and now I have happened to find one. I’m so proud that I go straight to the back of the trailer to pay. I’d be willing to give any amount for the stuffy, knowing how rare and important it is. I know that I have a twenty in my pocket and another twenty in my purse if I should need to use it. I doubt it though.
I ask the older gentlemen and his wife, who sit behind a desk smoking, how much they want for it. They are overpriced, but I’m willing to pay up. I head outside and it isn’t until I’m back in the car with my mom that I realize that I accidentally stole a metal clipboard. I put it in my pocket and forgot to pay for it. It’s the type that have a hollow inside that opens so items can be stored inside. It’s full of some kind of relics made of bone and turquoise.
Now I’m in the city that neighbors our town with Granny, Papa, and my mom. We just finished eating at a restaurant, and are heading outside. It’s night time, or at least it looks like night time. The sky is dark and ominous, full of storm clouds. Then I see it, a tornado ahead of us. If I would have held out my hand, it would have been the thickness of my pointer and middle finger combined at this distance. Then I see another, a skinny zig-zaggy one that moves much faster. I tell my mom in horror, and she points out another further to my right. It’s thicker than the first. I keep turning, and I see another skinny one, another one similar to the size of the first, and then the biggest bugger of them all. At least a mile wide. We’re surrounded by six tornadoes, with no way of knowing which direction they’re going. Some seem like they’re heading away, some seem like they’re going to pass us. Some take deadly sharp turns in our direction, before steering away.
All of us get in the truck, and Papa starts driving. I insist we find somewhere that has a basement. The only place that comes to mind is the mall. I’m fairly certain they have a shelter there. Instead, everyone else insists on going to another restaurant. I’m not happy about this decision at all. I show my dismay by not ordering anything when the waitress asks. My Granny teases me about it, mocking that she’ll order shrimp fried rice for me anyway. I barely even pay attention to her. I’m on the edge of my seat, digging the end of my fork into the wood of the table as I look around the room. These people are oblivious to what’s outside, what could tear away the roof and kill all of us at any moment. And here I sit with three people who’d rather ignore the problem instead of helping these people to safety, get us to safety. Granny ends up not ordering any food either.
When the waitress comes by again, I ask her for a glass that I can pour my milk into, and a glass of apple juice that Granny was to shy to ask for. She comes back with one glass full of ice and one glass of juice. I take my glass to the soda fountain and fill it up with water. Since I have ice, I might as well drink it down with water before I get milk.
Now I’m in a classroom where the teacher is trying to teach us how to meld with our spirit animals. All of our animals look a lot like Stitch. Our first test is to run down this dock with them and I think ride them before we reach the water.
No one succeeds but me, but I end up going in the water with Stitch anyways. Once we’re submerged in the black water, Stitch turns into a scooter that dives down into the never ending black. We end up in an underwater cave that’s filled with air, but we barely make it. Me and my spirit animal are the only pair that made it. Two boys are with us, but they lost their animals on the way down. Their animals are dead, and I can see a part of their souls is dead with them. Most heartbreaking though, is a pink Stitch that has orange spots that sulks by the stone wall furthest from the entrance. The animal’s owner died on the way down. It’s much harder on the animal to loose the owner, than the other way around. Our teacher emerges from one of the caverns further into the cave, and tells us it’s time to get down to business. We’re here for something, and now is the time to go find it. We follow him into the cave. [End]

Relative to Real Life~
Night of February 23rd, 2014
Real-life characters: Mom, friend, Papa, Granny, Stitch.
Dream-created characters: Garage sale couple, people in restaurant, waitress, teacher, other students, two boys, pink stitch.
Real-life places: City, truck.
Dream-created places: Garage Sale trailer and dirt road that leads to it, restaurant, classroom, dock, water, cave.
Different than real life: It’s winter so I haven’t been to any garage sales lately.
Reasons:
Tornado = My mom told me that there was a tornado that interrupted the Daytona 500 (which my dad is attending) right before I went to bed. Guess that translated.
Reoccurring: No.
Precognitive: No experiences yet.

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