What Killed Me: Fire and the Ice Age

When I first came to Texas, my parents and I didn't have a place to stay, so we stayed at a friend of my Uncle's house. The 8 year old who lived in that house soon became my best friend. This dream takes place at that time.

My eyes flutter open, I am in a room. What kind of room is this? I try to get up but my hands are tied to the bed I am lying on. I turn my head to the left and there is Shannon tied to the bed in the same position as me. We both look around seeing guards at every door and window leading out of the room. More men walk in. They are all wearing black body suits and oxygen masks. They carry in huge Avon containers filled with some kind of gas. We both start coughing. Shannon looks at me. "It's my mom. She's trying to suffocate us!" she says, accusing her mom of murder.
"Shannon, you don't know what your saying." She just shakes her head as an answer to that. Suddenly, a dog comes in. Shannon doesn't really have a dog, but I know this is her golden retriever. I feel a ball in my hands and the ropes binding us are untied. I look at the ball it is small and read. Suddenly, I know what to do with it. I through it past a guard's head into the following room. The dog runs after it and all the guards get distracted. They all follow the dog. Shannon and I run out of under the covers and out of the room we're running down the metal stairs triumphantly.
"We won't suffocate!" Shannon says. I sniff. The smell of smoke fills my nose.
"Uh.. Shannon? Do you smell smoke?" I ask. Shannon looks at me, her face full of worry. At the same time, we both look down. A huge fire rages on the bottom floor of the house. I fell the stairs start to break under my feet. The stairway tumbles down into the fire taking us with it.
The last thing I hear, is Shannon's voice fading away saying, "I knew she was evil."

***

The fire is over but somehow, the house is still standing. I stumble out from under a pile of debri and so does Shannon. My mom comes out coughing. My dad was still taking a shower when the fire happen. He comes out of the bathroom wearing only a towel at his waist. Shannon's mom stumble's in from the back yard. And we all wait but Shannon's dad and sister never come out.
My dad looks angry. He shouts, "THAT'S IT! We're going back to India!" We go buy tickets to Mumbai and from there we catch a train to Odissa.

The train stops. Everyone is confused. I push back the curtains near the window and see people trying to run away frozen in cubes of ice. My brow crumples up in confusion as I guiltily think, thank god, I'm in this train and not frozen out there. I soon come to the most reasonable conclusion in my head: The ice age has hit, yet again.

The following morning Shannon found me curled up in a ball on the floor. She woke me up and I ran to my parents and cried. I was 9.

                                                                              

Death by Suffocation

When I was just 4 years old we lived in an apartment in Georgia. This dream takes place there.

I walk along the balconies of multiple apartments. I am walking to the stairs. There is a huge space above it. I see my father standing in the middle of that area. There is something over his head. A ZipLoc bag. What can a bag do? I skip along. "Daddy!" I shout. I keep skipping toward him. When I am about twenty five feet away from him, I stop. I try to keep moving but my legs are frozen. I can't move them!

Daddy is struggling. I can tell, I don't know why though. Maybe it's because of the ZipLoc bag. He nods as if he can hear my thoughts. I make hand gestures showing him how to take the bag off. He tries it but he can't do it. He can't take it of. If only my legs weren't frozen, I could go help him! He falls to the ground. He is having spasms, or so it seems. I am still trying to move, but I can't.

In a few minutes he stops thrashing about. And at four, I know. I know that he's dead.

I woke up crying from that dream. Not realizing that it was actually a dream. I ran to my parents room and slept with them for the rest of the night. I was four years old when my dad died in my dreams.

A Slumber Party with Strangers and Disappearing Stairways

My whole school is invited to my birthday party, so are my best friends outside of school, their parents, and all the extended family we have. Although I should be nervous, I am not. There are enough rooms in our huge 5 story house if you squish four or five people into each room. No, I am not nervous... until everyone starts arriving. When you say, "Come to my house at six!" you expect people to come at 6:30 or so. But not these people. They came exactly at six: all of them. It's like they stand outside your door looking at their watch. It's 5:59. 3...2...1... Ding! Dong!

I run to the door and see the long line of hundreds of people waiting outside the door. The sad thing is: I don't even know who the first person that walked in is. They all come tumbling into my house. Each of them sign in (when hundreds of teenagers are stampeding into your home, sign in sheets are needed, trust me) and they get their room number and a map of the house (if you need a map in you first day at school, you need a map in my house... I bet you it's more than twice the size).

That night, it's finally calm, and I'm in my room with my friends Shannon, Carrie, Jenna, Lisa, and Sarah. Of course, we stay up all night talking, playing cards, watching TV and stuff like that. The next day, I go down to an area that is surrounded by four pillars, it is a square, a dance floor. The parents are all in there wearing fancy clothes and dancing. I go back to the stairs because I forgot to get something from my room. I am half way up the stairs when my Uncle sees me and starts walking up with me. We get to the second flight of stairs but wait... it's gone! I say, "Where did the stairs go?"
Uncle says, "I don't know..."
I shrug, "Oh well, we'll take the other stairs." Yes, I have two stairways in my mansion. Jealous?

It's time for everyone to go home. Sad... I had a lot of fun. I see all these strangers walking out of my house and I realize that I didn't even talk to more than half the people that came to my party.

That was an odd dream.