Bicycles and Shoot outs

     I am riding my bike through my neighborhood.  Except it is not the neighborhood I know.  There are some kids having a gun fight by the park.  I turn my bike around and start riding away from them.  Apparently I am being chased.  They must think I saw something.  I ride and ride and turn to try to lose them.  I hear my pursuers behind me asking me to stop and talk.  I'm scared though so I just keep riding.  They want to see my cell phone.  I decide to tuck my cell phone under a bridge when I am sure they can't see me.  I ride and ride and eventually I am cornered in a bathroom.  They have a gun to me.  One of them just wants to blow me away the other asks if I have a cell. I tell them I am too poor to have one.  Meanwhile I wish I had recorded something and mailed my phone to the police so these guys would get caught.  But I didn't even see anything to record.  They hold a gun to me.  So I tell them that it is rude of them to just kill me without even making me a deal.  Also I tell them I didn't even see anything.  I'm hoping these guys get caught.  Having a gun held to me somehow makes me more daring as if I have nothing to lose. The one without the gun asks me if I have time during work.  I get the feeling he wants me to sell drugs.  I tell him sure, but in my head I am moving to Chicago.

Notebooks and Tools

My mother has decided that we need to all get up because she is sending us to Japanese school.  It is so annoying because this would be only the second class for me to attend this semester.  I tell her I can't understand what's going on in those classes.  They might as well be speaking French or Russian to me.  My mom just thinks I am being cute.  She ships us off.  My sister drives my brother and me to school.  We get there and I realize I don't even know what my class schedule is supposed to be.  I find a friend and we go to class and miraculously it seems familiar.  A friend shows me her notebook and I find a note written by me with a date in it.  I use that as a guide to help me find my course schedule in my BlackBerry.  But the class begins and I can't look anymore.  The teacher takes attendance but doesn't want the student to raise their own hand he wants people who have witnessed the person to do it.  He calls people out and my name too.  I relax a little realizing that I am in the right class.  I pull out the notebook I had packed and realize that there are no empty pages left. I pull out my pens and realize that they are all out of ink or broken.  

     The kid behind me leans over the back of my chair.  He gives me a dirty look. He breaths hard. He is trying to harass me. He is even wearing an insultingly Asian character t-shirt. He thinks he is being ironic but he is being offensive.  I tell him to fuck off.  He wants to bully me but I won't have it.  How old am I in this dream anyway?  Then he acts offended.  I think he is a fool that this disappointed because I wasn't the easy target he thought I was.  There is a quiet tension between us as he pushes on my chair and I push back even harder.  I am not afraid to get into "trouble."  I decide I can't stay in class.  The bell rings and everyone leaves and I realize that I am ditching the rest of this day. I'm too old for fucking school.

Sharing a FlaVorIce

     So I am walking just a short walk around the green of park. I take a path and then get back to where my sisters and their families are waiting in the grass for me.  They seem sleepy because they do not see my dad walking right passed them.  He is walking next to this Asian woman.  She seems like maybe she just immigrated to America. She is playing shy and coy as she offers him some of her FlaVorIce (I love those things and have them in my freezer constantly.).  Her FlaVorIce is cherry red.  She is wearing an orangish number that looks sort of out of date.  As I walk passed them they sort of keep an awkward distance from each other.
      There's a beautiful green park all around me.  The path that I happen to be on cuts into the middle of a grassy field circled with lovely green trees.  The scene reminds me almost of a farm or a conservatory.  I get to my sisters and sit down in the grass with them. They didn't see my dad walk passed them because they are all drowsy and some of them are even snoring.  I turn around and see my dad and his "friend" walking away. I think "No one is going to believe this." So I grab my phone to take a picture but the thing stalls and won't get into camera mode quickly enough.  I curse my glitchy BlackBerry and throw it into the grass.  As I watch my dad grabs the woman's hand and leads her with him to his left following the path I had just taken.  The trees surrounding the field block most of my view of them but I can still see their flirty body language through breaks in the trees.