It is homecoming night for some school in a city that I do not live in. I am walking down a semi steep hill on the left side of the road. I stop at the stop light and the street sign I see says Rollerskate Lane. I overhear someone on the phone with her dad. She is driving a black SUV (that's very shiny) and is stopped, despite the fact that she is on the road perpendicular to me (meaning her light should be green, because mine is red, but then the dream wouldn't continue). Her dad is telling her that she needs to rollerblade more. She looks annoyed and looks to her friend who just rolled up. She says, "my dad says I need to rollerblade up the Rollerskate lane course. Do you want to come with me?" The boy replies by saying sure.
Suddenly, both of their cars have disappeared and there's a group of about 20 people with them, including myself, all dressed like dancing Dan (pictured above). We wait for the light to turn green to indicate that we can go. The cars to the left of us go, then we go. When we do this, we start up the very steep hill and I am moving by rolling them forwards (the opposite of what you should do). The uphill climb is challenging and once we get to the top, I get scared for my life. This is because the downhill stretch is almost vertical with three small hills in between. I am holding on to the railing like no other. Then I think, what goes up must come down, meaning I have to get down somehow and I WILL NOT be the only one too wimpy to go down the normal way and have to turn around! I let go of the rail and just glide. I almost catch air on the small bumps, but I continue on.
At the bottom of the third hill, there are two options... I could go up a small hill or go straight and turn around in front of the hill. I am going too fast to go uphill in time so I just go around the front. I see that the small hill was actually just a big block letter B (which makes no sense because it was singular and b isn't anywhere in the city name where I was). The girl who started the rollerskating showed me a brochure for the course with orange accents. The brochure says this:
Stop at the top and see the wonderful view of HOCO.
I climb up onto the letter hill, but I don't see anything special. I then realize that the brochure was talking about the highest peak, so I go back up the hill. Once I'm at the top, I see the view, but it is odd and not very exciting. It looks like a carnival mixed with a mall (with no ceilings or walls) and a random escalator.
The end.
