The Perfect Dorm

My own home.

It was like a dorm, but not at all like one.
There were windows on top, and windows on the side. Even with the slightest angle of the sun, the room was dazzling. It felt like hot chocolate in the winter, and ice cream in the summer.
It was a very long room, with two beds and two desks. The bedsheets were there for us. The lamps were there for us. The room shone bright for us. Only if the room were real. It would be the perfect dorm, the perfect place to live, the perfect place to study, the perfect place to sleep, the perfect place to dream.

The gym.

It was the exact same gym I went to on Tuesday. The gym on State Quad.
But the equipments were piled on the side. The treadmills, the elliptical, the bikes.
I wanted to run, I wanted to bike, and I wanted to try the elliptical for the first time in my life.
I grabbed one of the elliptical machines and started working on it. But it was broken.
I grabbed one of the treadmills and started running on it, but its bottom was broken and it couldn't stand.
And I couldn't grab the bike, because suddenly, there was a flood of people. They all swarmed in and I was squished and pushed me.
Then there was water, and only the strongest of the people stood. It was me, my sister Sarah, her friend Michelle, and a few others I couldn't recognize. It didn't make sense because I believe Michelle is not strong at all.
Somehow, the water made everything so much more beautiful. Everything sparkled, just like the room before. A fountain was made in the middle of the room, and the sun came through and bounced on the surface of the water.
I, for an odd reason, still held onto a treadmill. I raised it above my head, so it wouldn't get wet.
Then Sarah attacked me. She tackled me. I almost lost my balance but gained it back.
Then Michelle and Sarah both tried tackling me, but I moved away faster than them.
And so the tackling and the running continued in the water. The fountain was still running. The surface of the water was still blinding.
And we were fighting for a treadmill.

The stealing.

Me, Warren, and a few more of us were dressed in black leather.
It was night, it was cold, and my heart was pumping. I was excited and nervous.
I don't remember how we did it, but we did it. We broke into a mega-mansion and became thieves.
And we stole a DVD-VCR player.
A freaking DVD player that we could have just bought from Best Buy.
But we stole it anyway.
And the alarm sounded.
I heard sirens and the wings of the helicopter starting. The sirens got closer, and the wings of the helicopter made wind.
We ran.
A group of us got into a car, and we threw the DVD player in with them.
Warren got into a motorcycle and circled around me. Another motorcycle started automatically, and started following Warren. I was supposed to chase it and ride it, but I just couldn't.
Warren and the empty motorcycle ran off without me, leaving me to the sirens that just came closer and closer.
I closed my eyes and envisioned myself catching up to the motorcycle and riding on it.
And when I opened my eyes, I was on the motorcycle.
We, a car and two motorcycles, sped along the winding paths of the mountain. The moon was full, and the night was chilly.
The chase had just begun.

The sirens got closer and the lights from the helicopter were just above us. Every time we sped up, they sped up as well.
It got dangerous when they took out their guns.
It wasn't just a game anymore.
They aimed for our feet. I managed to dodge all of them for the first few minutes.
Then they gave up. They aimed for our head.
Warren somehow pulled through and managed to disappear from sight.
I, on the other hand, began to slow down. My bike wasn't listening to me. It slowed down, and the cops caught up.
One of them aimed for my head.
I moved my head a little to the left, and the bullet scratched the right side of my head. I felt pain, and I touched my head. I was bleeding.
The cop must have been a new one, because he dropped his gun from shock and slowed down.
Warren came back and asked me if I was okay. I was alive at least.
The sirens were gone, and the lights from the helicopter weren't there anymore.
We continued riding through the winding road of the mountain.