I had a long dream last night that switched plots a lot and I'm here to share it with you because it doesn't sound scary but was in the top ten scariest dreams of my life.

It all started at my late night graduation rehearsal.

My friend Ash (_ashb017 ) was like
"Hey Cat, can I have a Gatorade? You didn't give me one last time."

I answered with "Ugh, fine." And reached into my personal Gatorade vending machine (it was actually more like a freezer or a window) past my collection of ten dollar bills that MOST CUSTOMERS HAD TO PAY WITH. And grabbed her a yellow one.

Then Idk what happened for a while until I was at a water park.

I would go up the huge slides bc there were no lines(?) and would go down BEFORE THE ATTENDANTS SAID IT WAS OKAY

Yeah, I thought I was cool or whatever in the moment but as soon as I was going down I was frightened

I could literally see the other person who went before me and was really scared I would crash into them

Thank goodness I had a robo-Pikachu to tell me friendly and reassuring things as I panicked

I landed safely but might have drowned because there's another time skip

Now me and my friend -let's call her Roberta were roaming the wilderness.

There's not a lot of trees and there's lots of cliffs, but the ground was green and behind us is a huge hill.

We were just minding our business going who knows where, probably trying to find civilization when I saw something at the top of the hill.

"Roberta look!" I yelled, pointing behind her.

I had to take a second to think because I always call it Godzilla.
"It's Hong Kong™️!"

Roberta looked.
"Oh! I love King Kong!"

Let me tell you Roberta, hun.

YOU DONT LOVE KING KONG WHEN THAT GIANT BEAST IS RUNNING DOWN A HILL AT YOU IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE

I started running. She took a few seconds to admire the giant gorilla that we thought was inflated.

I didn't look back, I ran and I ran and fun fact I am a HORRIBLE RUNNER- slow, and always out of breath.

Even in the dream this persisted. I should have figured the gorilla was legit when it changed courses to chase me.

Pretty sure Roberta died.

King Kong's shadow hung over me as I ran as fast as I possibly could.
I was terrified. This was life or death.

Then I saw the cliff. A very very steep cliff, and below it another cliff, and below it another cliff, and then the ground.

Jumping off would most certainly kill me. I was afraid, terrified. But I choose that death over getting mauled by a huge gorilla.

So I jumped off the tri-cliff.

Inconvenient time skip.

I hadn't stopped running for hours, maybe days. And I had finally found a very small, run-down city.

I ran across a near abandoned parking lot and through traffic, past houses and streets trying to get away from this monster.

I had learned all about King Kong from nobody, the knowledge just randomly came to me.

King Kong was an YouTube sensation. People would watch through its eyes as it travelled all across the globe, there was a daily update of where Kong was that day!

Unfortunately it had an intense bloodlust and killer instincts.

Everyone was A-Ok with this, in fact the government wanted King Kong to catch me.

There were cameras and spies everywhere.

I pulled ahead of Kong for the first time in a while and dove into the open back door of a random house.

I immediately apologized for my entrance and explained I was in danger.

There was an Indian man in the kitchen I had rolled into who smiled at me.
He told me it was okay.

I explained my situation in more detail and he was very understanding(?) and kind.

His wife and daughter didn't say much, but they seemed nice too.

The man recounted to me all the spies and cameras.

Looking out the window he saw people approaching. He pointed to a bed in the corner of the kitchen and told me to hide in it.

I threw the blankets over my head like a child playing hide and seek and laid as still as I could.

There was a knock on the door and the man let in about three policemen.

They took a quick look around the room and asked the man a few questions.

They left without noticing me and I let out a sigh of relief.

Then I woke up to my dad telling me I was gonna miss the bus again.

So a formal thank you to the Indian man, RIP to Roberta and pay for your own freaking Gatorade _ashb017