I was grumpy.

Bruna and Sandra walked up to me and tried to cheer me up. I said something vicious to the both of them. (I don’t remember what it was, but my brain says it was vicious.) Their mouths dropped and eyes watered. “Well,” Sandra said, “We made a party for you.”

I looked to the right. Next to the lake and green grass were all of my classmates from school.

I walked up to them and smiled. They greeted me with hugs and kisses on the cheek. I asked them if it was my birthday. It wasn’t.

“I better get changed,” I said, “I’m still wearing pajamas.” They all laughed like I was the funniest person they’d met.

I was all of the sudden in an attic with my mom, putting on my prom dress. “Does this look good on me?” I asked.
“Do you think it’s too dressy?”
“…Kind of.”
“Hm. I’ll just put on a shirt.”

I checked my watch. An hour late to the party. I ran to the minivan, backed out of the garage, and sped down the street. A stop sign appeared in the middle of the street. I grumbled and drove around it. There was a police car behind me. He turned on his lights and I pulled over. He gave me a ticket for going around the stop sign instead of taking the other road.

I got out of my car. There was no other road to get to the party. I had to jump in the lake and swim to get there. I jumped in and paddled my way. There were little kids swimming everywhere and I had to swim under them or around them. I grumbled. I’m missing my own party, I thought.

Finally I got to the edge of the pool (The lake turned into a giant swimming pool), and lifted myself up. The party was only a couple of steps away.

Then Mom woke me up.