So...a dream I had today.

I was in school, out in the football field and everyone in my school was there...IDK why. It was green and grassy everywhere. Everyone started noticing this plane in the sky...it was giving out really brown and dirty smoke. Everyone was like "WTF, pollution, how dare they, etc" and it seemed like the plane was trying to advertise.

So apparently, there was this huge gothic castle church building in the mountains or a really high hill near us. (BTW there is no mountain/hill/church IRL).

For some odd reason, I knew the smoke had touched the church and it was dangerous. I kept looking at it, and I expected something to happen. Then, one of the towers that was part of the church toppled over. At first I didn't feel anything and thought nothing of it. I felt like it was bound to happen because it was so high in the mountains and tall, anything could just flip it over. There was snow on top of the mountain/hill. Then all of a sudden, all the towers just fell over, and everyone started to panic. I automatically thought "OMG, it's an avalanche" and my principal appeared out of nowhere. She looked like the principal in the movie "Sky High" ...she was white. My actual principal is Indian. She calmly told us to run in the other direction.

So there was this guy there with me who just appeared at this point and he was a childhood friend that my sister and I always used to play and fool around with (NO PUN INTENDED). An avalanche did occur, and people were getting pulled in by the snow. My friend and I somehow evaded the avalanches by mere inches, literally. We were unharmed.

Somehow, it became night and there apparently was this huge shopping center area near my school. (It doesn't exist IRL) We were all still in the football field. Now, the shopping area was all full of lights because...that's just how shopping centers are. I was staring at this rectangular building with this huge logo on it all bright and shiny. Out of nowhere I somehow knew the plane had gone overhead that building. And it topppled over... then like dominoes, all the buildings to the right of it fell over as well. It was fucking scary. It was like watching 911 all over again. Everyone around me started to panic.

So then...IDK how but I ended up with my family, family friends, and the childhood friend was still there. I realized we were holding hands the whole time (this is important...) and I said it felt special (or something like that) to experience a near death experience with him. HAH, corny I know. Anyway...we somehow went our separate ways....weird shit happened...nothing really important. I ended up in the police station a few hours later, and there was this old middle aged man there, who was whining/crying about something sad. The police officer asked me to identify him, and my sister was there. She was saying "WTH, how would my sister know this guy, etc." I somehow knew it was my childhood friend. Just as luck turned out, one of his hands (right hand) was all crinkly and old. His left hand (the one I was holding) was still young and full of youth.

Some more stuff happened (can't remember), and my sister woke me up for gymnastics. LOL, fml.

-Cherrin