Basically, my dream started with planning a party for my roommates. I had offered up the use of my grandparents' cabin (which doesn't really exist) because it was basically the coolest cabin ever. It had a pool, which I could describe in great detail, and a hot tub, though neither had been used for a while. I would definitely have to clean them out a bit before we attempted to get in either of them. Plus, the both the hot tub and pool were built to look like natural ponds, so the rocks at the bottom were all blue and covered in algae. A little gross.
By the time Stephanie and Jamie arrived, I hadn't yet gone to get stuff for dinner, because I wasn't sure what we would need. Dinner had been my job, so I felt a little bad because Jamie and Steph had gotten everything they were supposed to, but I would make a quick run down the street to get food. (I was going to make enchilada pie, because everyone loves enchilada pie.) Krysta and I (because she was there) went down to get some ingredients, though Krysta would have to pay for it because I didn't bring my wallet.
Suddenly my older brother Andy was the one driving, and we were taking some of Kyle's friends home. In letting one of them into his cardboard box, we disturbed his parents, who were sleeping in the back box on a mattress on the floor, so we decided to hurry and get out of there. I'm not sure why, but at some point my brother decided to drive the van through a river-like area between the parking lot and the road. I thought I was going to die.
Then everything changed.
Before I knew it, I was rushing through the wood section of Home Depot, trying to get away from other world people attempting to capture us. I had traveled back and forth countless times between my world and another (I'm going to call it Narnia, just to make things easier. It wasn't anything like Narnia, though. It's just the name.). Narnians wanted desperately to catch me because I knew so many things about their world and the underground rebellions going on against the princess, who was so completely stupid I was surprised she was still princess at all. (Though she was a princess, not a queen, she was the ruler of Narnia.) We ran as best we could, and I had to shout at one of the group to hurry. He was Wes (I'm not sure if that was really his name), and this was only his second adventure to Narnia. His first had been accidental, when he had followed me in an attempt to be endearing to get me to like him. Though reluctant to go again, he had followed me still while we ran. When I shouted to him, though, I called him Brad.
Side story!
A few years earlier, Brad, Paul, and I had discovered the Portal, the door to Narnia. We had been going back and forth since then, having adventures and saving the princess and other Narnians. Brad and I were best friends, maybe more, but then the three of us had to go our separate ways. Paul chose to go to school across the country, and Brad had been forced to take over the family business when his dad died. I felt bad about it, but I think I had let Wes follow me because I needed someone to replace my two lost friends.
Back to the main story!
"I'm not Brad!" Wes growled through his teeth, and then he disappeared.
The rest of us found a hiding place in Home Depot, but I knew it was only a matter of time before the soldiers from Narnia caught us. Then I caught a glimpse of the Future Camera, a camera by the portal that showed thirty seconds in the future rather than the present. I saw my little group of people sneaking to the portal with crazy outfits and instruments, and I knew that we needed to find those instruments in order to get into Narnia safely. When there, my friends would get their powers and we'd be able to get away a lot easier. I found the instruments, and then we distributed them: Sasha, a girl with a pink face and short jet black hair, got the flute; Kermit (I don't know his real name), who looks like his name, grabbed maracas that fit well with the sombrero he had found in the costume aisle; at first I grabbed a stand up bass, but I gave that instead to the very large man with us who resembled the devil; I eventually took a cello (though it was a Narnia cello, which meant that it was entirely made out of wood, including the bow and strings). Grabbing some odd sweaters and hats from the costume aisle, we slowly made our way to the portal, knowing if we ran, the soldiers would never buy our disguises. Somehow, despite our poor musical skills when the soldiers guarding the portal asked us to prove we were the band, we made it into Narnia, where we were escorted to the princess's birthday party, where we would definitely get into trouble when the princess refused to admit she hired a band as awful as us.
But we would deal that when we got there, and I only hoped that Wes would find us again. He was our only hope.
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