Carrot Top at the Arena
Eyes shifting around the massive arena. It was big like a brown coliseum but in a way that felt comforting and warm. Thousands of seats filled with seas of people, faces and all of the noises that come with the territory. This place was familiar and I realized that I knew many of the people. They were my friends, my family, and my acquaintances all bunched together between sections of random individuals. As I peered around they would call out to me one by one like firecrackers in the dark. They would wave or yell, holler and jump to get my attention but I just smiled back to them all in acknowledgement. I was not the center of attention. We were all here for something or someone. To my right was an empty row of seats and to my left just one until he came. To my complete astonishment the red-haired, loose cannon of a man whom we all know as Carrot Top waltzed in casually and took the seat to my left...
I for some reason felt very calm about sitting next to him and realistically he did not seem like that wild of a man at all. He gave off a presence of experience. This interested me. The small talk began. There were empty kegs beside our seats for some reason and I remember cracking a witty remark about finishing mine first even though we were both clueless as to where they came from. Our personalities went hand in hand and we started talking about more in depth scenarios like for instance me asking him why he was there.
"The stag and doe!" He replied as if I should have known in the first place.
"Oh!... Yeah." This is a stag and doe? I thought.
The place resembled a circus performance and I could hardly even see what was in the middle of the arena because of our poorly placed seats. As our conversation went on I could hear a distinctly noticeable voice from a few rows behind me muttering about me.
"You want me to keep an eye on him?" the voice stated.
I knew in all honesty this statement was made about me. The voice was my sister Danielle talking to my step mother a few rows back. Am I a child? I thought to myself in anger but this did not bother me because I was deep in conversation, I simply did not care, and realized that I was feeling a bit hungover from something. My father was the next step in the journey. He ventured towards us not knowing who Carrot Top even was in the first place just to come over and talk to me. This made me smile. He is a jolly man and quite wise at times. I did not mind that my dad wanted to sit beside me and he in fact carried on the conversation further. I introduced them to each other.
The discussion consisted of what I wanted to become in the future, how to actually become a known celebrity by doing something you love, and how to enjoy life while doing so. I spoke of my love for writing and told Carrot Top that I would surely write a story about this meeting and that one day he would know about it and read it. As my dad offered me a beer I asked Carrot Top to sign my notepad just so that when the story was finished I could scan his signature and put it at the bottom of the last page as proof that it was all true. He agreed whole heatedly and the moment the pen was in his hand and touched the note pad... I awoke in another dream.
The Floating Cat Dream
The room was odd. It was my living room at my parents house but there was nothing in it except a stool, a video game console of some sort, and a couch that I was sitting on. It was bare. The walls were painted white with black wallpaper decals randomly scattered amidst the room. There were 4 of us. My friends Breanna, Dylan, Thomas and myself. Breanna was multitasking. She was either on her cellphone or reading a book. She was sitting at the end of the couch. Dylan was just staring off into space. He was sitting on the stool. Thomas was in constant struggle to hook up the video game console but there was no TV. He was on the floor laying on his stomach and fiddling with chords of all colors.
I lay ed on the couch observing each person in their domain. I felt uncomfortable and strange. Nobody said a word. I quickly turned my head to the right to witness Breanna's two little kittens jolting towards me in a happy manor. I was pleased to see them. They were dancing amidst the rug with two out of place and unknown black cats. Breanna's kittens leaped into my arms and I embraced them. The two black cats shot a good 5 feet in the air and froze. These were no cats at all. I stared at the floating figures in fear. They took on human shape. One was perched in meditation and the other in full sprawl but it seemed comfortable with how it was positioned. This made me uneasy. They had no features and absolutely no definition. They were alien.
I yelled at Breanna. "Breanna! Breanna! Look at this! What is this?!"
She didn't even move a muscle. In fact I called out to every person in the room and none of them would even so much as look. Dylan sat and stared into the abyss and Thomas kept his head turned to the console. I was alone in a room full of people with two floating alien creatures in front of my face and not a soul would look! What the hell?!
I stared down at the kittens in my arms. Their eyes were glazed over in fear just like mine. They could see them too and they were afraid. My only witnesses. I cradled them in my arms as if I would never let go and I comforted them until the perceptive world...
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