We were walking down Kellogg and Rock on the way to a football something. People were sliding down inflatable slides. Cars were piled up. A Cuban guy pulled up in a convertible. Dad, Mom, and I hopped in. I sat on the back, hanging out like Miss America in a parade. I hoped I would see someone I knew. I finally found Mike and Dave S. I screamed “Wacker” and he turned around. The Cuban guy thought I said “Crunch.” A game show host popped out and said, “If you can get him to ‘crackle and pop,’ you win!”

Rachael, Ryan and I were in a grocery store. We just stood in front of the gumball machine, mystified. Rachael spoke (for the first time I could remember in one of my dreams).

Sarah M. and I were trapped in some weird place. We were hungry, so we went out to this snack bar. They had all kinds of things. They had bubble gum flavored Rice Krispie Treats. I think they had mint too. They also had little packets of bubble gum flavoring. I bought a bunch of Chex attached together and sprinkled them with sugar. It was eighty-nine cents.

Jon and I were at White Sands, a nature park thing. It was indoors. He squeezed my arm as we headed up the stairs. I think Priya was in front of us. It was like The Posedion Adventure. Priya went through a chamber, leaving Jon and I alone. I asked him if he would stay. He smiled, winked, and pulled me with him. Then we were outside. It was raining. I ran to a car, wearing nothing on my feet but white socks. When I looked up, I saw a man getting out of the car with a violin case. I thought, “How cute: a six-year-old going to his violin lesson,” but it was a mafia guy. Two other mafia guys got out of the white car and robbed the convenience store.