It was...

Let’s see if I can remember what happened…

It happened for real, I swear.

We entered a cave that was filled with flamingo’s. I fought with a woman that didn’t want to give my friends back their clothes that she stole. I thought I had killed her before but she was still alive. I had killed her by squashing her underneath something. Her two daughters accompanied her anywhere she went. This woman meanth hell.

She was Chinese, I think. She has this little place next to this other place that sold cheese for way too much money and this store. Well, we thought it was a store but it wasn’t. It was a big abandoned house with 15 rooms or something.  Stairs in the back were leading up but we didn’t go there. There was a pool in the back that looked inviting. A Chinese man was chilling on a beach chair. We saw him. He didn't see us.   I don’t think we were supposed to be in this big house that wasn’t a store.

The flamingo's suddenly attacked us. The cave closed by itself. A door automatically slid down. It was magical. We had to make our way out and fast. It was scary because  I was carrying a flamingo. The flamingo resisted going outside, so I almost got trapped in between the doors.

The cave was surrounded by high white pillars. We were told not to get near those pillars,so we didn’t. We just looked at them.

The cars drove really fast. We  were afraid to drive on the high way but we did. I had a thing like a car but I could turn it upside down and drive faster, so I did, but then I almost crashed because the view was blocked by my legs. It was like a videogame, except it wasn’t.

We were somewhere in China, but then I was home again. Not my home, because I didn't recognize the girl I apparently was living with.

A guy came to my house to get his album back that I stole. He entered my house without knocking. I did steal his album. It contained pages of my diaries.  He stole my diaries so I stole his album. He pretended it was his but the stories weren’t his. The stories were mine. We fought about it on the couch, except it wasn't like fighting. 

There was even more to it than woman who meant hell, the store that wasn’t a store, the cave surrounded by white pillars that closed by itself, the videogame, except it wasn’t a videogame, the guy who stole my diaries and pretended the stories were his, but they weren’t and entered a home that wasn't mine and the fight we had that  wasn't like fighting, but this is all I can remember and something about a little red car...

I don't remember falling asleep,
but I woke up and realized that this had happened for real, in something that seemed like a bit of a weird dream.