HFCS: effika’s blog

My parents were going on their cruise, but for some reason my grandmother needed the “parietal” lobe of somebody’s brain to survive. My aunt decided to give hers, even though it meant she would die and therefore not go on the cruise. It was weird thinking that I wasn’t going to see my aunt again, but I didn’t mind too much. I went to physics class, where I saw Melissa (who’d cut her hair amazingly short) and somebody I guess I knew who recognized me, and Dave (who had somehow lost one of his parents. He was very upset about it and didn’t know how to handle it). The physics instructor was a rather big guy. B/c it was the last class of the semester he had some sort of presentation. While it was going on I wandered around, and talked to lots of people I knew. The professor himself even talked to me and told me he was sorry that my parents were going on the cruise and that people were praying for me. It didn’t make much sense then or now.

Then the lights came up and I saw the room was no longer a classroom but the sanctuary of my church. Libby and Garret had apparently made amends (Garret is/was upset about Libby leading him on in high school) and were playing Go Fish behind the pulpit.

I then went home, and it was unusally cold for summertime. It was also evening. My parents were busy packing so I decided to go out and see if I could find Garret again. I left, and noticed I needed gas. But on my way I kept getting radar’d by cops (a red circle of light, about the size of a CD, would play against the car), and it made me nervous. However, hey just wanted the guy in front of me. The gas station I pulled into was one that had the pumps covered almost completely by a low concrete awning. The gas station also did brake work. When people pulled under the awning to get gas it was almost completely automated. The cops finally pulled the huge black truck in front of me over at this point.

As I walked into the gas station, somebody remarked that if we were good people we’d be allowed a degree of self-suficiency and get to use the pumps that weren’t automated and were not under the oppressively low awning. As I talked to people inside the station it turned from evening to night, and I wasn’t sure whether to go out or to go back home. Apparently it wasn’t very safe at night. I was talking to somebody who kept trying to get me to touch my nose and say “Nagles”. I finally did, and that’s when I woke up.

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