My Strange Dream

I had a really strange dream last night. I'm glad I wrote it down as soon as I woke up, for I doubt I would have remembered it with such details as the dream contained. In the dream, I was alone in Matt Savard's kitchen. Miranda Swartz appeared, and I began to flirt as I have a tendency to do around girls I admire. After a bit of time had passed, I realized that Miranda was not liking my advances one bit. Being unusually blunt, I asked Miranda, "Miranda, why don't you like me?" She responded in my dream by saying, "I don't know". I asked, "What do you want me to be?" She didn't respond to the question.


At this moment in my dream I suddenly found myself in the Purple Pit (that one club from the Nutty Professor). Unworthy music was playing, and a number of familiar faces were there. I knew that it was time to go, and so I walked out of the building and into a large parking lot, like the one in front of North Valley High School. I went to my family's big golden van, which was idling in a parking space. I opened the passenger door and saw Devon Crawford sitting in the driver's seat. I hopped in, and we waited for a minute, saying nothing, the engine running in neutral. I turned to him and asked "Where are the girls? Don't they know it's time to go?" All Devon said was, "yeah".


I got out of the car and walked back into the club, knowing I had to find my sister Sabrina, Missa Good, and Miranda. The paint color of the interior of the Pit had changed from purple to black. It was no longer a pit either, but more like a big, rectangular room. Even the floor was painted black. Not long after walking in I saw Miranda sitting at a square table, talking to some people, one of which was a drunk old lady. I was about to talk to Miranda again, but I was interrupted by the drunk, who complimented me on my work in the Sound of Music. Then she asked me to pay for more of her drinks using my tab. I declined and turned away. Miranda knew I was there, but she remained at the table. I went to look for the other girls, but couldn't find them. As I eventually started to walk back to the door, I saw Miranda again, standing up, looking melancholic, dressed in the 50's costume she wore for Halloween this year. The color of the outfit had changed from neon pink to silky-black.


And then I woke up, feeling very sad.