Dreams

Mom got a puppy, and had it in Dad's truck while we were driving home. It was really icy and it was raining. Dad's truck hydroplaned into some thin ice. I paniked because I knew the puppy was still in there. We pulled over to call 911. Dad got out, but I kept screaming about the puppy. Dad didn't even care, while Mom was saying that we could get another one.

We had a pool in the back yard next to a library. nandarou_life and I wanted to go swimming, but Mom wouldn't let us until we put up the protective wall around it. We had to find the pieces all over the place; two of them were underwater, in the 9-foot corner of the pool, where I couldn't reach them, so Housemate had to get them. When we got the barier up, Mom made us clean up the library before we could swim. A lot of my toys were in there, and I kept casting the levitation spell from Harry Potter (I said "Alohomora" instead of "Wingardium Leviosa") to clean up. There were people in the back of the room researching an old roll playing game, and someone was trying to pick a fight with them because they were such fans of a game nobody ever heard of.

She was right, and more importantly...

I was wrong.

I don't know what I was thinking. I had this belief in my head that I didn't like Wallace & Gromit. I should have known better after seeing Chicken Run.

So today Mom went out with friends to see their new movie. I decided to tag along because I didn't have anything better to do that day. (not to mention they were going to Melting Pot afterwards)

By the time we got out of the theatre, I was STILL in tears from laughing so hard.

Right now, the only way I can think of to redeem myself is to netflick some W&G movies.