I had the scariest dream last night

I was at a carnival with my parents, and basically, I had to survive this final destination crap with a thousand other people, including my younger sister and some of my friends. I know for sure Ashley and Kaitlyn were there.

I don't remember all of it. I just remember that if you didn't win, you died. Usually because if you messed up, the challenged killed you.

I don't remember much before the race, but in one of the last challenges, we had to race across the finish line. After so many people made it, there was a cut off, and after the winners left, the losers were basically slaughtered like pigs.

Well, even though I'm slow, I'm slow for a soccer player. Meaning I still have decent speed. So I made the cut with Kaitlyn and Michelle, but I remember looking behind me, and Ashley didn't make the cut. I was asleep, but I think at this moment, I began the very beginning of lucid dreaming, because I felt my heart race and this feeling of devastation in my gut.

And she just shrugged. Like it was no big deal. But I could tell by the way she pressed her lips together that she was scared out of her mind.

So, we moved on to the last challenge, where we were locked in a chamber, and had to punch in a certain code to release the seat belts that had us strapped in. If you didn't, you were turning into popcorn.

That may sound silly, but there's nothing more unsettling than watching someone go in, and the only thing that's remotely human coming out of the machine is bones.

Michelle goes into the machine, and I'm scared out of my mind. At this point, I also become fully aware that I'm dreaming. So, I make it so my sister escapes unscathed, and while another person goes, me and Kaitlyn run up to her and asked her how she did it. She responds that she kept her taser from the beginning (like a I said, a I don't remember much), and she slippy tasered the belt til it tore.

Now, in reality, that would never work, but since I know I'm dreaming, when I enter the machine, I do it and I get out.

Fortunately, because I was so scared, my heart was beating too fast, and I woke up fully.

I didn't mind. That dream was effed up.

I also had another dream about Winnipeg. I was at Hope's house early in the morning, and Hope had just woken up, so while she was getting ready, and I went back upstairs and make some blue cool aid (I don't drink cool aid, so that was odd). I was hoping to make it quickly, cause I was nervous about meeting her family. But her mom comes in and starts making breakfast, and asks me where I'm staying. I tell her I'm staying in a hotel because I don't want to inconvenience anyone. She was kind of surprised, and asked me if my mother approved of me coming here, and I explained yes, although she was extremely nervous about me not actually knowing the person.

Then, her mom leaves, and Patrick comes in, sees me, chuckles, and goes, "Oh hey, Michigan." I couldn't help but shake my head and laugh.

Then Marius saw me and kind of whined, like, "ugggghhh, not you...." And then walked off, which I still found funny.

Finally, my cool aid was made, and I go back downstairs, and then, my phone rings and tells me Hope updated her Drabble book not once, but twice.

... I don't even know if I can explain, nor do I want to explain those Drabbles.

And then I saw she updated her boredom book, and I went to check it out, and I saw my mom had commented a packing list for me, and had starting talking to everyone that commented. I was horrified.

Also, this isn't about my dreams, but I've been noticing something very scary over this past week.

... My family, and friends, and... Me... We sorta do sound Canadian...

Now, I am fully aware that most Canadians don't actually sound like Canada does on Hetalia. But... Let's just say, we literally say 'bud' after everything.

EVERYTHING.

For example, I road rage a teeny tiny bit when I drive, and while driving to practice, I said bud EVERY. TIME.

Ready?

"Oh hey, bud, where're you rushin' to so fast, huh? Gotta whip around me like an ass."

"Are you gonna f*cking turn, bud?"

"I hope you stay in that lane, bud, cause I'm going whether you hit me or not."

I didn't say buddy.

Bud.

Every time.

And I'm not the only one who does it. Literally everyone around me does it (really only when we're mad), and I cringe every time.

Basically, what I'm collecting is angry Michigander = Semi-Canadian dialect

AND I HEAR PEOPLE SAYING EH ALL THE TIME NOW

IT'S NOT AS COMMON BUT I STILL HERE IT

like, my Nana was over, and she said something like this,

"Having trouble with those squirrels, eh?"

And I just kind of sat there, rethinking my entire life.

Like, why couldn't she have said 'huh' instead of 'eh'? Or, better yet, just leave that extra word off and ask the question.

Stop making me question life damnit we're starting to sound like freaking Yoopers ;-;