Note: This was a dream of mine. I have this warning here because some visitors have thought my life had just gone to pot, when really they were only reading one of my crazy dreams. :)
I was talking to Kim in the band room at school. I went out and saw Valarie at a cafeteria table, with Kristian and some others. I asked her to come with me because we needed to talk. We went down the hall next to the band room. All of the classrooms were full and dark; people kept walking around the hall. We headed outside to a band competition next to the school, that was actually right behind my garage at my house. The band members climbed up a slope of astro turf that was about 60 feet high and very steep. Once at the top, we were supposed to roll down the other side, which was smoother, made of real grass, and steeper. I hate heights and was poised at the top. Matthew kicked at me and I called him an asshole. I climbed back down the way I’d come up. I walked around the grass to the side we were supposed to slide down. It was now metal bleachers. I found an R.L. Stine ‘Cheerleaders’ series novel lying beside the lower bleachers. A girl that rides my bus in real life was in the bleachers and said it was hers, in a mean way. I told her about how I used to read the books, and laid it back down. Valarie and I left the stadium along with Jenny and went out into the woods beside them, also at my house. Jenny sat on some moss, while Val and I stood. We all talked. Val left after a while; Jenny and I stayed for a bit. We left eventually, headed for a field up on the other side of my property. Behind the chicken coop, Val, Jennifer, and Emily were on the ground. Jenny kept trying to follow me up to talk to them, but I could see that there was some personal problem between the three, and told Jenny as much. I told her to stay there, and she whined. I said that I’d come back later to talk to her if she’d just stay there now. She stayed. There were three Jennifers. 17-year-old-Jennifer (current age) was lying down, sobbing. 13-year-old-Jennifer was grinning maniacally and showing off her knives. 6-year-old-Jennifer was just standing around. Valarie and Emily were attempting to console 17-year-old-Jennifer, but she was mad and screaming at Val. I had come up on them laughing, until 13-year-old-Jennifer started throwing knives at me, and trying to stab my hands. I kept a swiss-army knife and a switchblade of hers, once she’d thrown them. She kept cutting her arms.
A woman in an old-fashioned dress (think colonial times) came up and looked up my skirt as I sat on the ground. I backpedalled and yelled ‘I beg your pardon!’. She smiled and told me I was still a good little girl, and that she was a professor. I told her I pictured my professors as older. Two copies of her came out of the surrounding woods: an older one and a younger one. Valarie, Emily, and the Jennifers just watched. We headed back to the now-empty stadium. Val had gone missing; only 17-year-old-Jennifer still existed. The cops (including Ashley from band) came for me, because they thought I’d killed Val. Jennifer had in actuality. Ashley took me to a stand where an old man was working. We got 75 Knuts (Harry Potter money) from the man, for my jail fee. He looked sad and compassionate. Ashley had my hands behind my back, cuffed. She walked me back toward the stadium, and I kept crying and saying I’d never killed Valarie, that it was Jennifer. Suddenly, I went back in time, and was with my ancestors in colonial time. Val was there, wearing an old-fashioned dress, and so was I. We walked past the old man in the stand, and I stepped up to talk to him. I told him that, in the future, I would be accused of murder, but not to listen. That he would be asked to give me 75 Knuts, and not to do it. Val and I headed off through slave quarters, with me explaining how they’d thought I’d killed her, but how Jennifer had. My mother (a different woman than my real mother; she was my ancestor) had followed us and scolded me for being in the slave’s quarters. She gave me more homework as punishment. She and I went back to the schoolbus that we lived in with my siblings. I saw my uncles’ and aunts’ ancestors as young children, and they were my siblings. One brother asked for a mirror; I told him I had one, a compact. He asked how I’d gotten one as his mother pulled out a floppy mirror. Apparently, mirrors were hard to come by. We were all sitting around in the bus seats. We started a flower shoppe, and sold flowers that looked like the ones in The Sims.