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The Falling Italian Restaurant

Okay, as promised, here's one of my strange dreams.

In the very beginning of my dream there was a flash of a picture. There was a large, colorful bounce house with a fancy sign sticking up from the back of it. The bounce house was framed on a background of blue sky dotted with clouds being passed, clearly showing that the bounce house with the sign was flying. Very abruptly the scene changed and I was standing inside the bounce house.

Apparently the bounce house was actually a fancy Italian restaurant. There were tables covered with white tablecloths and each one had a beautiful bouquet centerpiece. Happy couples and big business counterparts were the customers, all dressed richly and waiting impatiently for their meals. Well-dressed waiters and waitresses scrambled around madly to take and fill orders. Everything was exactly as you would imagine things to be at Olive Garden's smarter, snootier, wealthier, older brother. The whole place was elegant; the lighting, the chairs, the wallpaper and carpet were all rich.

I ignored all of that and went straight for a door to my right. I remember thinking that I should end up in the kitchen, but what I walked in to was my parents' bedroom. It didn't look like my parent's bedroom, but I knew that's what it was. An alarm clock sat on the bedside table. It started to beep and flash to catch my attention. When it had it, the clock began to count down. At the same time, the restaurant began to fall right out of the sky. I could feel us plummeting downward. My stomach got clogged somewhere in my throat. Everything was bumping around and rattling. 

The clock kept counting down. The restaurant was getting closer and closer to impact. 

10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...

Just before the countdown hit one, the bounce house stopped falling. The restaurant hovered a few feet above the ground.For a minute everything was normal, until I looked out the sliding glass door that led to the balcony. 

At first, it looked like my apartment complex. Not even a dream version of it. It was an exact replica. Then I blinked, and the view from the window turned into a woodland. There were trees and little animals crawling through the wild grass. I blinked again, and it turned back to my apartment complex. Every time I blinked, it switched. I finally got tired of watching that and looked back at the alarm clock.

...1.

The bounce house continued its fall. The impact with the ground was so forceful it was as though we had really fallen 30,000 feet. I was knocked out cold.

When I regained consciousness, I got up and stumbled back into the restaurant part of the bounce house. All of the guests were gone. Pieces of demolished plates were scattered across the floor. The vases with their bouquets were tipped over and rolling around. Chairs and tables had been tossed around the room. The white tablecloths had been stained with spilled red wine. Everything was in complete disarray. 

That was when my dream ended. I woke up, very awake and slightly confused. I didn't really pay attention in class that day, and most of my lunch and break were spent retelling the dream. 

So, yeah. That's pretty much it.