I would have cringed at that statement if not for the fact that I was falling through soft pink clouds that tasted like cotton candy when a stray cloud entered my screaming mouth.

Why did this scream poorly written reincarnation story?

I gasped in shock as my body hit solid ground at last. I hoisted myself up, bumping into a tray of Chinese sauces.
I rubbed my head in aggravation as I struggled to find my bearings through this dark store, until at last I felt a door knob and pushed it open, instantly getting hugged with the searing smell of smoke and burning fuel.

I stood still at the edge of the sidewalk as I took in the dystopic environment. Aisling stumbled out of the abandoned convinence and jumped up as a frayed cable sparked.

I rolled my eyes. "Where are we?" I asked.

He scooted closer to me as he took in the upturned burning cars, buildings with removed roofs and general wasteland. "I should be asking you that, since it's your dream."

He scanned the scene again as if shocked at the sheer revolting nature. "What kind of ten year old has this kind of dream."

I elbowed him. "Don't judge me you prick."

He groaned and was probably about to chastise me on my 'old-women killing language' when a snarl tore through the air.

My muscles grew stiff and I instantly froze on the spot. "Please tell me that's you striking a 'purrr' pose."

"That is most certainly not me." He replied not moving a single finger.

My legs pulsed, itching to run and flee from whatever had caused the snarl behind us. "Maybe it's a stray dog."

He threw me a dirty look and whispered softly. "On the count of three we turn and look."

I nodded with a brave face but my wobbly legs gave up my true feelings.

"One..." I clenched my jaw.

"Two..." We started to turn our stiff necks softly.

"THREE!!!"

We turned simultaneously and as soon as my eyes hit the cause of the snarl I stumbled back and fell down, bringing Aisling down with me.

"What the heck do you dream of?" He whispered.

I opened my mouth to give a bitchy retort but nothing came out. I started to inch away and he followed suit.

The cause of the snarl was a teenage girl, who was decimating a bucket of chicken wings. We had inched some meters away when the girls chicken wings finished. She searched desperately in the empty bucket and smashed it on the ground when the truth hit her. Her menacing gaze fixated on us.

"WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT ME LIKE A MONSTER???"

We scoffed and waved our hands. "You are gorgeous." Aisling said.

I nodded and supported him by saying a, "Slay queen."

She continued hyperventilating and glaring at us like a bull ready to charge. "Aisling, let's run."

I furrowed my eyebrows when he didn't respond. My hand tapped the spot where that idiot was supposed to be and I hit the road.

"That son of a bitchhhhhh."

The girl charged and turned and ran, dashing faster and faster in the hopes of outrunning her. I had gotten ahead by twenty blocks or so when I spotted the traitor above me, dangling in a net.

"Well, well, well, you little penis. How did you get up there?" I said cackling and dancing around him.

He gnashed his teeth, smiling sarcastically at me. "They caught me."

I flung my head back to come face to face with a gun pointing straight at my head and countless others clicking into position. I glared at Aisling as I raised my head in surrender.

Just what exactly do I dream of?