So, one of my friends asked me to go with her to prom and I said yes. We ended up joining up with another friend of ours who I want to say was Eric, but he looking nothing like Eric (get out of my dreams Eric, gosh, you loser). In my head I thought he was Eric but in reality I don’t think I’ve seen him before. When we arrived at the prom we ended up joining with this other girl. So we were a group of four walking into prom together. For some reason I had brought pipe cleaners and a few granola bars with me. I told the others it was just in case.
Anyway, the ballroom/conference room had rows of chairs with tables in between them.We went and sat in the very first row. Some bitch I remember from high school was there, pretty sure her name was Megan, all of those leadership girls look a like to me. But she called out to me from behind and said, “Whitney, I hope there’s not a cup of coffee under your purse!” And she turned and laughed with her friends.
At first I was going to ignore her but then I had this good idea to turn around and say, ‘Yeah, to pour all over that ugly dress of yours.’ However, I instead said, “No, I wouldn’t want to mess up your dress. You look beautiful tonight.” I don’t know why I decided to be so nice. I wish I had a cup of coffee to “accidentally” pour down the back of her dress.
Anyway, the teachers had us try to make our friends bowties and I used my pipe cleaners to make one for Eric/boy-I-don’t-really-know. Did a horrible job though. Mrs. Habjanic asked me if I had anymore of the pretty silver pipe cleaners. So I went out to the car to get them for her.
On my way out to the car I saw this guy in a nice suit fall onto some sort of fruit or something and ruin his nice jacket. I felt so bad for him, because he and his dad had just gotten out of a car driven by someone else. His dad had even tipped the person. I feel like they had hitchhiked to get here. Poor boy obviously couldn’t just go home and change. He ended up having to just get rid of his jacket and only wear a polo shirt. It was such a nice gray jacket too.
I was so distracted by that boy, I passed the car and kept walking. I went to the subway station. At first the ticket lady wouldn’t let me or this other girl on, so we just ran past her and hurried onto the subway. At first we ended up in the bathroom elevator thing- it looked like a bathroom in an elevator. It was really weird. Then the girl led me out to where all these people were sitting and watching a movie. Another girl followed us (I’ll call her M). We sat and watched the movie with everyone else, and here’s where it got weird. Or weirder.
Us three girls were suddenly in the movie, as well as one the train. M ended up killing the other girl we were with in the movie, and I think I heard her fall back dead on the train. IN the movie I ran away, but M caught up with me and pushed me into the way of a 8-wheeler (I think that’s the normal amount of wheels for a truck). And yeah, that’s when I woke up.
It wasn’t until i woke up that I realized that I didn’t even need to get on the train to get the pipe cleaners, they were literally in the car just outside of the prom area. Stupid Whitney and her adhd. Also, why do I always end up dying or running from death in these dreams.