MaevinWren: Dreams

       We were in a air plane competition, a girl was sitting next to me in the plane. She had more experience then I, in fact, it was her plane. I was piloting it part of the time. We were competing with the girl in the other plane, to see who could do the more difficult tricks. We'd each do some trick, and the other plane then had to do it to prove they could also. Her last trick had us now stranded on some island out in the middle of a large lake.

       The island was long and kind of narrow, with two rows of trees, which we were now hanging between, the planes wings resting on the trees on either side of us, holding us up. I decided as my stunt to take off from the island. I managed to get the plane backed up to one end. I blasted forward as fast as the plane would go, its wings slicing off the top of the trees on either side as we went. The plane got to the end of the island, having risen up some, but not enough.

       As we went out over the ocean, we started loosing altitude. We dropped down, almost to the water's surface when I felt the pressing of the air beneath the wings strengthen, we had enough speed for lift just in time. We circled around, cheering our victory. The girl beside me said, "Now lets see her do THAT!"   Now we were suppose to go land on the shore somewhere and watch the other plane attempt my trick.

        I realized we were almost out of fuel. In fact, I wasn't sure we had enough to reach the shore. We were going to go down in the water. I didn't want the other girl to realize my neglect of the fuel, so as I went down to land in the ocean, just off shore, I told her I felt like a swim. She looked at me and shook her head. She actually believed me, and was muttering something about my crazy hair brained ideas. Splash! Into the water we went, she and I surfaced, and got out of the plane.

       I grabbed hold of a wing and started pulling the plane with me to the shore. I couldn't get it all the way up, and it began to sink about 15 feet from shore. We landed nearly in front of the girl's parents' house. They were outside with kind faces. I assumed we'd get the plane later so we walked up to the house.

        She explained to her parents exasperatedly that we landed in the water because I felt like going for a swim. They laughed at this and said that she should have told me that planes were not meant for the water. She paused, and then nodded her guilt; she had indeed failed to tell me that. I added that I wouldn't have done it this time, if she had told me that it was bad to do after the first time I landed in the water, earlier that day. She said that she had thought I knew that after the first time, but agreed that she should have told me.

         We all looked at the plane. She asked me if I remember if it was oily inside, I said it wasn't, so she jumped back into the water and opened the door of the plane. She reported it was all wet inside. I helped her pull it onto the shore. It now looked like a Geo Metro. I told her about the time my boyfriend drove his Geo into a ditch and it got all wet. He let it dry all night and it was fine in the morning, so I figured if we let the plane sit all night, it might be fine in the morning. They all nodded. As soon as I remembered it was supposed to be a plane and not a Geo, the plane stopped trying to look like a Geo, and was just a plane again.

          Inside a friend of my dad's was cooking. He knew that I didn't cook so he was being really nice and cooking extra so I could take it home with me. He cooked a bunch of chicken, like 15 or so. He lined them up along a long table, one at each place setting. He went back to the kitchen. I looked closer at the chickens. They all looked like gaping human heads. It was gross. The skin was all spongy looking and bleached white. One was partially eaten, so I could tell it was chicken in side. I took a fork and stood in front of a head/chicken that looked like a large woman with dark eyes, a large open mouth, and full cheeks. I jabbed the fork into the forehead and ripped away. Yep, it was chicken inside. And it was rapidly getting cold.

          I took a bite, it tasted good, but I didn't think I could eat a whole one, particularly while it was looking like a lady's head. So I decided if I had some freezer bags, I could rip the chicken out and put it in it in pieces. There was one bag on the table, so I used it first, pulling at the chicken from the forehead, stripping it from the bones and putting it in the bag. I was suddenly worried that maybe he didn't mean for all of the chicken/heads to be for me. Then I thought, he wouldn't have left them all out to get cold if they were for someone else. I filled my bag and went into the kitchen to look for more. I opened a drawer, and found some bags along with boxes of 'fun sized' candy bars. I took a snicker bar and then noticed the sodas that were in their. I already drank one of his cokes, so I grabbed a generic soda. I pulled out a bag, but it had a rip in it. So I started pulling out another when I heard a knock at the door.

         I walk to the door and realize that the front of the house is my mom's country club. To the left opened the Garden room where they serve breakfast and lunch in a room that over looked the golf course. I noticed they had green and khaki table cloths instead of green and white. Some of the workers work green shirts with khakis as part of the daytime uniform, perhaps they were changing the table cloths to match the servers. Then I realized that the servers wore the tuxedo outfit, so this was unlikely. Probably just changing colors.

        I walk past the garden room to the heavy wooden front doors and open them. There is a man outside with a young boy. I see behind them the sky has gone stormy. The water was turning like a stormy ocean, wind blew hard at the sandy beach, and the light of dusk had a sickly yellowish grey look it sometimes gets before a nasty storm. The man asked me if he could borrow a table cloth. I noticed the picnic basket in his hand. Apparently he was going to have a picnic on the beach with his son. I didn't really want to give him a table cloth, but then realized he might be a member of the club. So I went back to the Garden Room. I took won of the khaki table clothes, figuring it was most like the color of sand and so least likely to show stains. I took him the table cloth and he thanked me, turning back toward the beach.

      I shut the door, turning back toward the kitchen. Half way there, I woke up.

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