[WARNING: Some violence resulting in death]
I’m in geometry class. I have way more work than I can handle on my desk. Once the bell rings, I take all I can in my arms, leaving a stack of books as tall as I am and two bunny stuffed animals on the desk. I go into the busy hallway and try to find my locker. I’m a little disoriented because all the lockers are varying in width. The lockers on the left side of the hall are ceiling to floor like normal high school lockers, while the lockers on the walls shared with the classrooms are top and bottom lockers like that in the middle school.
I finally remember that I’m down by Mary’s locker, which is near the stairs. I dial in the code when I hear popular girls being cruel to Mary. I stand up for her and say that it’s enough. They turn all their cruelty onto me, but I am able to swiftly defuse them. Mary walks away without a word. I finish opening my locker, realizing that I’m running out of time before the tardy bell rings.
Now I’m in the hunger games. I run over to this broken wall. I am alone, crouching next to it. I peek around it’s edge to see a figure down the beach coming toward me. I desperately try to dock an arrow on this stupid little carnival-toy bow. The string keeps slipping off the bow. The female tribute makes it to my area by the time I get the toy strung. I shoot, and miss- which gains the girl’s attention. I try again, and miss. I try to dock another arrow while the girl runs toward me. I manage to get a hit with the third shot, but the bow is so weak it does basically nothing.
She pounces me. I grab one of her arrows and stab her between her collar bones. The arrow doesn’t go deep, but it’s enough to get her off of me. I stab the guy that comes up on my left, a tribute ally of hers, twice in the stomach. I get out from under the girl and club her with her black bow. I dock an arrow as I leave the cover of the wall, and align the back of the arrow to my lips. I blow on the end of the arrow like a blow dart, and it shoots. I start attacking the camp of tributes nearby, but a guy stops me and convinces me to join forces.
Now I am at Hogwarts, before the games began. I know the rules are to never go into the garden, and that I can take nothing with me into the arena. There’s this plant, however, that looks like a sunflower with a stalk that spits out grass when cut. I need this plant to survive. Malfoy has already sneaked some into the garden, so I decide to take some myself. Snape helps me, but we get caught by the gardener. I have to hide the plant inside a chocolate sculpture of my face. I show it off to the cameras as we get lined up to enter the arena. I bite off the nose, and suddenly worry that someone will notice it’s chocolate and that I’m cheating. A guy in line points out someone else smuggling in food, and for a second I think he’s talking about me.
Now I’m in a pool. Two people stand outside the pool with hoses. One of the people manning the hose is Mitchell Davis. I notice he is looking at me. The other guy with the hose sprays me with the jet coming from the hose, so I go under. There’s a bunch of people in the pool. Mitchell sprays me playfully when I come back up, and I have to hide under again. I get the hose from him, and tease him back. When I find he’s enjoying the water rather than being bothered by it- meaning my teasing is doing nothing- I spray someone else. Mary is there, working with a team trying to spray the one guy. Me and another girl work on getting Mitchell together, but the game gets old. [End]
Relative to Real Life~
Night of July 20th, 2013
Real-life characters: Mary, Malfoy (Harry Potter), Snape (Harry Potter), Mitchell Davis.
Dream-created characters: Popular girls, tribute girl, tribute boy, tribute boy at camp, tributes at the camp, people at the pool.
Real-life places: Hogwarts (Harry Potter).
Dream-created places: Arena, behind the wall, camp, garden, pool.
Different than real life: I haven’t been back to the high school since I graduated in 2011, I haven’t spoken to Mary since 2011, Mary wasn’t bullied by popular girls, I’ve never been in a pool with Mitchell Davis.
Reoccurring: No.
Precognitive: No experiences yet.
