Mount Rushmore

THIS DREAM IS CALLED: Mount Rushmore
IT IS RATED: E10
BECAUSE OF: Terroist Attack References
CHARACTORS FROM REAL LIFE: Me, Mom, Dead, Anna, Nick, Grandma, Al Kapone

This is probably one of the most into-the-future dreams I’ve ever had. Warning: It may disturb some people.

It started out, as I remember, in some weird camp. It was a summer camp, but the councilors were Nazis, or at least they acted like it. I remember getting on a roller coaster, with Al Capone sitting in front of me. Or was it behind. We went around and Al said he’d put a blessing on the place. I decided to do it for him, and in doing so, I suddenly fell off the coaster onto this really, really steep hill. I was stuck. I called for help, and I saw some people sitting and drinking pop. I shouted at them for a little while, holding onto the grass to keep from falling. One of them finally helped me up, and I decided I was leaving the camp. The camp, though a grassy field place, apparently was inside. Before I left, I put a sign on the bathroom door, reading “NOTICE: I am now willing to start getting my own clothing. However, the things I like, I cannot find in many stores cheap. I am in dire need of Russian clothing. Thank you.” And then I walked out and found my sister. We went to my mom’s car, but my sister had lost the way, or something. So I went to find her. We needed to get back quickly, so I grab a broomstick and, after some difficulty controlling it, fly around and find Anna. I sing some weird song in an irritated voice telling her to get on and I fly off to my mom’s car. We drive to our Chautauqua house, where I wake up and find that Mt. Rushmore has been hit by an airplane. Lincoln’s head took the blow. I first talked to my Grandma, telling her the implications of what had happened. It proved President Bush was at least in league with them, as it was the only other terrorist attack to ever happen in his terms, it happened the same way, and they got away with it. So it had to be that, or Bush was a terrible president. I then told her other people would realize this, and soon, President Bush would be hated. America would be threatened by North Korea and Russia together, and a new Cold War would begin. Soon, China would gain America’s importance, and to save the American economy, Bush would decide that he had to take over Russia, and then China. He would send in troops to prepare an invasion of Russia. It would be the beginning of WWIII In defense, Russia would attack us. At then end of his term, Bush would take away the law that said a President could only have two terms. A nuclear weapon would be fired. Probably by America because, quite honestly, they were losing. America would be alone in this fight, and soon, everyone would be nuking everyone else. Nuclear Holocaust would ensue, and no one would survive. My grandma was scared at the world ‘WWIII’ alone. I was very afraid of that.

I woke up, and my dad asked me if I wanted to go to a convention. I said okay, but asked him first if it had all been a bad dream with Mt. Rushmore. He said it hadn’t been. So, we went and it turned out to be a aircraft design convention of some sort. Well that’s what it said, but it seemed like a sports convention. You’d through balls around and they’d have to make these wild turns to come out from behind the hole in front of you. It turned out the custom aircraft convention was the other direction from the stairs.

Soon, I woke up again, and asked my mom if it had all happened. She said yes. I went back to the camp thingy because I needed to get some last minute things. I saw a magician’s performance. One of his acts was to smack his hands, and suddenly, it would feel as if my head had been smacked. He then took my sister upstairs on magic stairs or something, and took her to a restaurant. I tried to create a stairwell, but then realized this guy wasn’t a real magician. Suddenly, I saw the string he had walked up on, and my mom and I went up to talk to him. I had some trouble getting there. He helped me and he ordered me some pop. We talked and then they went to wait by the car. I waited in a phone booth or something in a little pavilion, reading a book on acting. Someone came up and said I was great actor, and that they’d love to help out how they could. I was really happy, and I told her I just wanted to get home. After walking around, she puffed me off to my room (which looked more like the one I had in Buffalo) and I suddenly puffed with a watch or something to the bathroom I had stuck the sign on. It was filled with clothes. Someone started to open the door, but I said, “Excuse me, I’m in here!” I shut the door and debated weather or not to take them without paying, as I did not remember specifying anything about pay. I decided I take the clothes home and sort them out there into what I liked, what I didn’t like, and then try and figure the pay out. I said “Okay, come in.” I wanted to play a joke on the guy and disappear, making it like I was a ghost or something. To accomplish this, I was going to use a watch to puff back, but I didn’t have it. Turns out, there was a door behind me that led to my bedroom. After I close this door, I lay the clothes on the floor.
Then I wake up.