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SUP!

Last week, in order to make room for our new fish tank, my room mate and I rebunked our beds. I took top bunk, and it turned out to be the best decision of my life. Every single night since then, I have had the craziest dreams. We're not talking like "okay, that was a bit strange" crazy.  I'm talking full-on, Salvador Dali, Book of Revelation caliber dreams. Take this one..

I was in a library that had a huge statue of Abraham Lincoln. It was all bronze and about the size of the Statue of Liberty surrounded by circular balconies of bookcases. I thought it was the coolest thing ever, so I decided to break in after closing to show my cousins. We walked in the back door and marvelled at the grandiosity of that splendid statue. Then we proceeded to read the works of F Scott Fitzgerald. Suddenly the head librarian came and told us to leave. We grudgingly agreed and walked out of that super cool library

Abruptly, I turned into a mouse, and I was in a coastal Caribbean Village. I opened my paws to find four washers; I knew I couldn't lose those washers. I looked around to see that I was on the hand rail of a porch. looking out on the ocean. I came to the realisation that the only way to become human again was to board Captain Jack Sparrow's ship, The Black Pearl. Mouse-me scurried until I found a kindly young man that offered me a ride to the 'drop-off' in his jeep-boat. We took off full speed at the waves when his yellow Jeep turned into a speedboat and jumped right over the treacherous surf. After a short, turbulent ride, we were in the open ocean, and it was time for me to hop off. I said thank you, washers in hand, and hopped down into the sea.


Surprisingly, it wasn't very deep. In fact it was like a sand bar. While I was underwater, I saw all these people lined up at the drop-off, peering into the abyss. I (by the way I'm back to a person at this point) walked forward and looked over too. It was like a terraced staircase leading to the black depths of the ocean. Each step was covered in those big, tubed coral things. I saw a kid jump down to the first step and push off returning back to everybody else. He encouraged me to do the same, so I olbiged and hopped down. The coral cylinders felt soft and cool on my feet, but I pushed off and returned. A middle aged women told me, "Very Good!"

I thought, "THAT LADY CAN TALK UNDERWATER!" As soon as I thought that, I lost my ability to breathe/ talk underwater and I was forced to swim up to the surface. When I broke into the air, I checked to make sure that I still had my four washers and



then my alarm rang, time for Calc.