The Unknown Play

Date: 4/10/2016

I found myself within a pleasant summer night. I was riding a horse drawn carriage with my mother. We were on our way to see a new and popular play at the theater. Upon our arrival, we just happened to meet an acquaintance of mine, my long time rival (who doesn't exist in reality). She was there on a date with her boyfriend. We bickered with each other in the concession line before buying popcorn and other snacks to munch while watching the play. Of course, next thing I know, I wake up (still dreaming) in my grandparents' old house (they died about a year ago in reality), staring up at the ceiling from the living room couch. While I knew I had left the theater early, missing the ending of the play in the process, I had no idea how I had ended up where I was or when I had left. For a few minutes, I was alone in the house, thinking to myself. I wondered how the play ended and wished I hadn't left. Soon, Ma and the rest of my family came through the front door. Apparently, the play was over, and it was apparently awful. Everyone was so irritable and wore such looks of disgust. I can't quite recall the sequences that led to the this next part but, soon the family was at a graveyard where Grandma purposefully jumped in a grave dug out for her. While there's plenty more to say, I've run out of space (I think). Take care, fellow dreamers.