“Jesus! We’re All Going to Die!”

Date: 3/23/2020

I was going on a trip. Before we set off, we all had to meet at this restaurant. I sat at this random table with these two people I recognised from secondary school but hadn’t seen in about 15 years! One had taken her lips off and had put them on the table (?!) The other was speaking on her behalf... Because she had no lips, obviously. “We aren’t allowed to wear makeup in the queue!” She said. I got up and headed for the queue... which was miles long. I then realised that I had left my phone on the table, so had to go back, losing my place in the queue. Dammit! Fortunately, we didn’t have to queue for too long. We all got onto this old scuttle bus. I was getting anxious because I didn’t have any cash to hand and wasn’t sure whether they’d take card payments. I text my husband asking him where he was and to remember to bring towels with him. A bunch of kids got on the bus, armed with towels. This HUGE grossly overweight guy stepped on the bus and it sank to the ground. “Jesus Christ, we’re all going to die!” I thought. We didn’t die. We managed to get there in one piece. However, I didn’t know where any of my family were, so spent the whole time wondering around like a lost lamb, trying to look for them. Next scene; My daughter had taken my iPod touch(?!) I asked if I could have it back. She came downstairs with her friend and started taking over the living room. “When are you going back to your room?” I asked, feeling agitated.