College

I had a dream that I went to Harvard, which looked just like HCHS but richer, and my best friend there was the Gingerbread Man. Well, we had become very good friends, so he asked me to come to his secret place. We went up on the roof and he showed me his flying disks, which looked like inflatable disks with thick plastic for their shell. I attatched the disks to my hips and flew at night, with clouds and fog. I took no joy in this. As I flew low, two Italian brothers with stereotypical moustaches stabbed the disks with forks and popped them. They were dressed like chefs. When I told Gingerbread Man this he swore we would take revenge on the Italians. The next day we entered a flying contest against them, and borrowed some disks from the judges. My turn was first. Before the judges gave me the disks I took off flying, dolphin swimming to go faster, do gigantic loops in the air, doing barrel-rolls, and all the while listening to people amazed and remarking about all the records I was breaking. This time I was elated. The Italians surrendered, and Gingerbread Man celebrated. We stood in the winners' circle proud when the love of Gingerbread Man's life, a chocolate lab, professed her love to him. They kissed with passion as I posed for the cover of a magazine. This is the first flying dream I've ever had.