lastnite: a dream journal

Not *that* stranded

My dream was heavily influenced by E.L. Konigsberg's The View from Saturday. Lately, I've been rereading favorite books from my childhood and the library didn't have Jennifer, Hecate, Macbeth, William Mckinley, And Me, Elizabeth which made it cool to eat raw onions.

I was "abandoned" with one bossy white girl, a small child--possibly Guatamalan, and an African-American girl. We were left out in the woods to survive, but somehow there was a house nearby and there were mature adults all over. The bossy girl was making us use lasanga noodles to make "truck ruts" in the mud--I have no idea why. I carried the small child with me to a structure somewhere and reassured it that no one would let anything happen to us and that my mom might be back with the van sometime soon anyway. I said something mean about the bossy girl. As we left the room, I looked in the other room: the two girls were in front of vending machines getting candy and Coke. I glared at them, knowing they had heard me. The small child was afraid again, and I walked off, saying "I don't care if they heard me. I meant everything I said."