I was on a beach that was very crowded. The sky was kind of cloudy and the beach had massive rocks along with very strong waves. I’d just arrived and as I walked towards the water, this crazy looking woman came and offered me a coin. Being new to the beach, I declined it, thinking it was a scam. She moved on to the next people, a few of whom accepted the coin. A part of me kind of wished I’d taken her up on the offer as I walked around watching things. There was some commotion, so I followed the crowd there and saw that a contest of sorts was happening. There was a coin on the ground, so I swooped to pick it up. It looked suspiciously like a Pirates of the Caribbean coin, skull and all on it. The man standing next to the coin was looking at me pretty hard, so I handed it to him. He seemed glad to have it. Then he ran forth to the contest. What you had to do was place the coins into the indents in the slab. He was one short, so I ran forth with one I magically had. He placed them all in there, and suddenly a giant squid erupted up out of the water.
Then I was inside a house. It was my house, though unfamiliar. I had won something from a game, and the package had arrived. My cousin L showed up and I wasn’t super eager to deal with her, so I decided to go upstairs to open my package. Inside were several VHSs! I had no idea what was on them, so I went over to the TV console set next to the bed. There was a VCR, a Blu-ray player, a modern TV, but apparently also an old box TV, too! What luck! As I was busily hooking up the wires (or trying to) my brother wandered up, probably not wanting to deal with my cousin, either. The box TV worked! The movies were about the CareBears or something similar.
Bored of that, I went downstairs because Cora wanted to go outside. To do that, I had to make it down the townhouse stairs which were all kinds of jacked up. Eventually, I made it through, but I’d never been in the basement and the backyard needed all kinds of work, too. I wandered down and gingerly made my way to the sliding glass door. I called for Cora because she had come with me, but I couldn’t find her. Eventually, I saw her stuck behind some seriously thick cobwebs. She managed to push hard through them, though I was terrified that the clearly massive spider that made those would be close by somewhere. I opened the door and stepped out. Cora ran around the rather large townhouse yard. It was in some serious disrepair. It had pavers, random pots and vases, scattered debris, weeds, etc. My mom had come out, too, and advised me that there were lots of dog poop that needed to be picked up. I agreed that it should be done, so I picked up the scooper. My mom had come prepared with gloves and was helping me dump some of the stuff out. Somehow Cora had managed to poop a few times in a tall, metal vase. My mom picked it up to dump into the bag and somehow got poop all over her arms. I could not stop laughing!
Then I was in a strange building, like a dental office? An office in general? But it was mine. Or maybe not. The location was in a small town. I was in a car with 2 other people, not driving, though. Our group was following 2 females in another car, escorting them back to town. All of the sudden a flaming school bus barreled down to the hill perpendicular to our road. Both the other passenger and I screamed at Mr. Seville (yes, from the Chipmunks) to floor it! FLOOR IT! He did, and we barely made it past the flaming battering ram which crashed on the center median only mere feet behind us. I remember feeling the intense heat behind me.
Out of the car, I hurriedly ran into the office where my sister was already lying in the bed I had upstairs. She was one of the girls in the car we had been escorting, and clearly one of the targets of the enemy. I sternly told her that she needed to hide, because they would surely come looking. I pulled a blanket over top of her, pulling upon all of my childhood hiding skills (I actually did scenarios like this as a kid, and also, it works really well during hide and seek) and instructed her to be as still as possible, to breathe as shallowly as possible, all despite the discomfort because her life was on the line. I carefully and strategically placed stuffed animals all over her to make it look like I was simply some freak with liked stuffed animals. Unfortunately, she kept moving, pulling her face out of the blankets to look at her phone. It was making the all the stuffed animals fall. Super frustrating, but I kept at it, knowing the bad guys were well on their way, and trying to think of a place for myself to hide, too.