This is the dream I had on the night of 2/17/14:
I was in school doing a project with a seventh-grader (I am in eighth grade). I didn't do that well on the project. My mom then calls me, so I pick up the phone (in the middle of class). My mom tells me to come home. So I set off home.
I was walking on a trail. Everything around me was barren, as if I was in Death Valley. There was a small town in front of me. In the sky above me, there was space shuttle flying in the air like a plane. Suddenly it catches on fire and starts crashing. It breaks apart and parts are falling everywhere. It's as scary as a meteorite strike. After the whole shuttle has fell and reached the ground, one of my friends calls me into part of the shuttle. He shows me how high the ceiling of a bathroom (in the shuttle) is. Suddenly, my friend's gone, and the shuttle flies into the air.
I find myself in someone's backyard (I don't remember what happens in between the shuttle flying and me reaching the backyard). I come out of the shuttle, and walk into the person's house. The family is surprised, and I tell them what happened. They understand, and I ask them if I can stay for a while to call my mom. They are nice, and allow me. I go outside and realize this house is in some barren place, as passed the little road in front of me, there is plain, dry dirt. I call my mom. The call gets terminated. I also realize that my phone is messed up, and the apps are flying all over the screen. I turn the phone off, and ask the people if I can use their phone. They allow me, so I take it and call my mom. This phone works! The phone starts ringing....
That's when I woke up. I wished I hadn't, because I really wanted to know if I reached my mom and went back home. Oh well.
I was in school doing a project with a seventh-grader (I am in eighth grade). I didn't do that well on the project. My mom then calls me, so I pick up the phone (in the middle of class). My mom tells me to come home. So I set off home.
I was walking on a trail. Everything around me was barren, as if I was in Death Valley. There was a small town in front of me. In the sky above me, there was space shuttle flying in the air like a plane. Suddenly it catches on fire and starts crashing. It breaks apart and parts are falling everywhere. It's as scary as a meteorite strike. After the whole shuttle has fell and reached the ground, one of my friends calls me into part of the shuttle. He shows me how high the ceiling of a bathroom (in the shuttle) is. Suddenly, my friend's gone, and the shuttle flies into the air.
I find myself in someone's backyard (I don't remember what happens in between the shuttle flying and me reaching the backyard). I come out of the shuttle, and walk into the person's house. The family is surprised, and I tell them what happened. They understand, and I ask them if I can stay for a while to call my mom. They are nice, and allow me. I go outside and realize this house is in some barren place, as passed the little road in front of me, there is plain, dry dirt. I call my mom. The call gets terminated. I also realize that my phone is messed up, and the apps are flying all over the screen. I turn the phone off, and ask the people if I can use their phone. They allow me, so I take it and call my mom. This phone works! The phone starts ringing....
That's when I woke up. I wished I hadn't, because I really wanted to know if I reached my mom and went back home. Oh well.
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