I went back in time, and found myself at summer camp. I proceeded to impersonate a girl who was popular there, even going to far as to steal her medication. Eventually, I got worried that I would be found out, so I revealed myself and returned the pills. Then I found out that so many people had come to the camp that year that there were going to be about 50 people per bunk. I was freaking out, saying that I was used to having about 10 and would never be able to handle 50, so I asked Snape as respectfully as I could whether I could transfer to a different bunk. He said that Gryffindor had over 500,000 students and Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw each had about 250,000, so I resigned to settle for what I had. As he was walking away, I told him that I had confessed and apologized for impersonating that other girl. He was like "Good job" and I muttered "Thank you..." and he turned back and said, in this weirdly agreeable voice, that he meant it.
That, my friends, was the prologue. Here is where the main plot kicks in.
When I was worrying about the amount of kids per bunk and wondering whether I should go home early or stay and be in the play, I met a really nice counselor, who turned out to be Steve Jobs, and instantly developed a crush on him. I was 11 and he was 17, so it was unrequited, but we eventually became good friends and stayed that way until his death. There were a few time-skips, one where we were older and I was clinging to him and saying I was his "fangirl" and he thought it was funny, and various other stuff like that until he was diagnosed with cancer and I practically begged him to get normal treatment. He got pissed off at this, and then I realized it was too late. He was giving a speech in a giant stadium with a walkway at the top, and me and my family were sitting in the top row, except that a family of trolls kept trying to take our seats. Then suddenly he died. I was really upset, and even more so when the trolls proceeded to smash our seats and theirs all the way down to ground level, breaking my mom's old film camera that held a number of pictures of me and Steve Jobs, but we climbed back up (befriending the trolls in the process) and the camera was fixable.
Then the entire dream changed. I was Spongebob, and me and Patrick ran past a guard into a watery area that opened into a swimming pool, and we had to solve a puzzle before the door closed or else the guard would get us. However, the door broke right as it was about to close, so the guard looked at us suspiciously, gave us a number of boxes of pizza, and told us to replace the door mats that lined the room by the time he got back. It was difficult, because I didn't like pizza, so I was tearing it into little bits and trying to sew them together, and I kept tasting it in my mouth. Patrick, meanwhile, had somehow made the pizza into a fluffy mass, so I congratulated him on being smart so that he wouldn't realize I thought he was stupid. Then I was me again, and my favorite boots shrunk, so I had to traverse a parking lot at night with my mom to get new ones. Her key card didn't work though, so I had to run back and get mine. It turned out the store didn't have the boots in stock.
I had the weirdest dream last night.
That, my friends, was the prologue. Here is where the main plot kicks in.
When I was worrying about the amount of kids per bunk and wondering whether I should go home early or stay and be in the play, I met a really nice counselor, who turned out to be Steve Jobs, and instantly developed a crush on him. I was 11 and he was 17, so it was unrequited, but we eventually became good friends and stayed that way until his death. There were a few time-skips, one where we were older and I was clinging to him and saying I was his "fangirl" and he thought it was funny, and various other stuff like that until he was diagnosed with cancer and I practically begged him to get normal treatment. He got pissed off at this, and then I realized it was too late. He was giving a speech in a giant stadium with a walkway at the top, and me and my family were sitting in the top row, except that a family of trolls kept trying to take our seats. Then suddenly he died. I was really upset, and even more so when the trolls proceeded to smash our seats and theirs all the way down to ground level, breaking my mom's old film camera that held a number of pictures of me and Steve Jobs, but we climbed back up (befriending the trolls in the process) and the camera was fixable.
Then the entire dream changed. I was Spongebob, and me and Patrick ran past a guard into a watery area that opened into a swimming pool, and we had to solve a puzzle before the door closed or else the guard would get us. However, the door broke right as it was about to close, so the guard looked at us suspiciously, gave us a number of boxes of pizza, and told us to replace the door mats that lined the room by the time he got back. It was difficult, because I didn't like pizza, so I was tearing it into little bits and trying to sew them together, and I kept tasting it in my mouth. Patrick, meanwhile, had somehow made the pizza into a fluffy mass, so I congratulated him on being smart so that he wouldn't realize I thought he was stupid. Then I was me again, and my favorite boots shrunk, so I had to traverse a parking lot at night with my mom to get new ones. Her key card didn't work though, so I had to run back and get mine. It turned out the store didn't have the boots in stock.
The end.