Susanna Gilmore is a small-town girl, and she loves everything about it. Now, she and her sister are going from a public school to an elite private school. Despite feeling like she doesn't belong, she determined to make it.
Lorelai shook Anna to wake her up. "Mom, go away." She opens her eyes to glare at her.
"How can you be sleeping with that?" She shouted.
Anna groans when she heard the banging noise her mother was talking about. "Easy, like this." She closes her eyes.
"Seriously, it had to have woken you up." She shook her again.
"Clearly, it didn't. You are much more disturbing. Now go away." She rolled over, so her back was facing her mother.
"Oh my god," Lorelai screams. She walked out of the room and downstairs to fail at getting her oldest daughter up, before going outside to confront the noisemaker.
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Lorelai is sitting at the dining table reading the paper. Anna was eating a bowl of cereal next to her. Rory walks over and sticks her hand in the cereal box to grab a handful of frosted flakes. "I had the weirdest dream last night. We were in our house, but it wasn't our house, it was a Kentucky Fried Chicken." Lorelai put the newspaper down to tell them.
"Is the Colonel our dad?" Anna licks the milk off her lips.
"I wish. Anyways, I had to get dressed, but my clothes were in the back. And the guy manning the giant oil vat would not let me through." She went on about her dream.
"Oh my God! That's so weird. When you said oil vat, that just reminded me, I had this dream last night we were swimming in a pool, only it wasn't water, it was like oil or honey or something." Rory uses her free hand to open the fridge to grab the bottle of milk.
"Hey." Lorelai turns around in her chair to face Rory.
"What?" She put some cereal in her mouth before taking a sip of milk.
"You totally did the thing." She accused her.
"What thing?" Rory tilts her head.
"The thing where one person is describing their dream and it reminds the other person about their dream, and suddenly it's all about their dream and the first person is just standing there like, um, hey man, what about my dream?" She waves her hands around.
"I don't think that's a thing." Anna doubts that happen often enough to be considered a thing.
"It obviously is, because Rory just did it." She turns forward to tell her youngest.
"I'm sorry, the oil vat guy was being mean." Rory sits down at the table.
"Yes. And we knew him. He used to live in town. He was that guy who used to run the auto body shop before Maven Hughes bought it. Remember him?" She throws some cereal in her mouth to take a sip of milk.
"And I'm over here using a bowl like an idiot." Anna rolls her eyes.
"I'm not hungry enough to eat a whole bowl. And no, I don't remember him." Rory responds to both her sister and mom.
