no chance of walking away without a scratch

graduation day is rapidly approaching but surprisingly, this post will in no way be dedicated to that topic today. instead, i'll recant the dream i had last night. it was more of a d list horror movie mash up and i was horribly confused when i woke up, as i usually am. it starts off with me on a giant cruise ship headed toward an island with a group of other vacationers. the ship was abnormally huge and had horrible steering capabilities. eventually the ship ungracefully beached itself on land and people jumped out in a disorderly fashion. i got out and found my way to the swanky resort at which i was staying. i set my things down and looked out the window. it was then i noticed that this was not any sort of paradise. menacing clouds and angry locals were rampant and it started hailing as i turned my back to the window. i rifled through my belongings, finally finding my cell phone. i tried calling home but the phone wouldn't even turn on. i then decided to bite the bullet and accept all long distance charges and use the hotel phone, but that didn't work either. at this point, i was becoming very unsettled. i was alone on this island and i barely brought anything with me. as it was, i only brought bathing suits and no real clothes but i had the forethought of wearing sneakers, somehow all the while forgetting a pair of pants. i left the room hurriedly and ran down the fire escape stairs for no apparent reason. i could have easily got on the elevator. anyway, i got to the lobby and saw that it had stopped hailing but the sky was a dark and unfriendly grey while the water under it churned with wave after wave. i asked a hotel desk clerk where the nearest train station was. why i would ask that question is beyond me but that's the beauty of my dreams- they make no sense. he pointed in the general direction of where the station was and i just started running, something i'd be doing a lot of for the rest of the time. i ran through the resort grounds and eventually hit the train station. i got on the next train i saw and it was probably the worst decision i made. not only was hannibal lecter on this train, but so was a young man who claimed to be my stalker, an old man with his brain exposed, and a horribly unhelpful train conductor. i took a seat on the train, which was actually a subway car but you could walk through the cars like you can in LIRR cars. so i sat there and watched hannibal lecter walk through the train car door and just stare at each person on the train for about a minute each. he was blatantly holding a large knife and no one seemed to mind but me. i don't know what set him off but he started yelling and ran through the opposite door and just kept going. i was glad to not have him in my car. next, a young fat man who looked a little bit retarded came up to me- again with a large knife- and said he'd been watching me since i was eleven years old. he said he had a gift for me and gave me a handful of what looked like corned beef and just smiled at me and stared. he kept trying to hold my hand or hug me and i kept dodging each attempt. he finally left me alone and took his corned beef with him. at this point hannibal lecter came back into the car i was in and looked like he wanted trouble. the car seemed to have gotten longer so i had more time to think about what action i was going to take. then, an old man in a creaky wheel chair appeared at the opposite end of the car as hannibal. his brain was seeping out of a large open area in his skull and he had the look of a brain damaged person, understandably. i took his chair and gave it a good push toward hannibal and he was taken out by a comatose man in a wheel chair. the train stopped and i pried open the doors and jumped out. it was night time at that point and the area around me didn't look developed at all. there was one paved trail going through a wily array of vines, trees, and enormous plants. i kept running in hopes of finding something when a local in face paint jumped out at me. i screamed and stopped running and he informed me i was running a marathon and would be timed. i would be spared if my time was under eight minutes. i frantically asked what was going on and after getting no answers i just started sprinting toward a finish line i couldn't distinguish. i started to see a few more people running in the same direction and my hope was renewed. soon, the trail was all uphill and i knew i must have been passed twenty minutes. the last push was up a flight of uneven stairs and there was a girl who barked "7:38" at me. i knew she screwed up her timer because there was no way i made it in under eight minutes. i looked around to see if anyone noticed and just cooly walked away from that scene, grateful for that girl's stupidity. i walked through the resort grounds again which were extensive and seemed to take an hour or two. by the time i made it to the lobby, it was dawn and i saw the same cumbersome ship pull up to land. my parents jumped off the boat and started running toward me which is a rare occurrence, especially for my dad considering the man doesn't run at all. he hugged me and asked if i was alright. i answered with an "absolutely not" and we got on a private plane that appeared pretty much out of nowhere. my parents told me they were sorry for ever letting me come to this place and that i'd be okay. we took off and i looked down at that horrible place and then back to the familiar faces of my parents, all the while still just wearing a bikini and sneakers.