Fireboy

It was nighttime, and I was sitting on the open porch of my old house on Bauman Hill Rd. It had been converted into some sort of house / gas station / convenience store hybrid - and there was a man driving a convertible limo parked out front, getting something to eat, while leaving his kids in the car.

One of his younger sons, sitting in the back seat, filled a mug up with gasoline and started drinking it. He said he wanted to set himself on fire, so not only was he drinking the gas but he was also pouring it on himself. His dad started to walk out of the store, and so his son wouldn't catch fire before he got back to the car, I got out a fire house and started spraying the kid (and the car) down with water. I put enough water on him that he wouldn't be able to light himself, but he had still sucked down all the gas from his mug.

The guy driving the limo freaked out that his son was doing something so weird, so he peeled out of the gas station and headed back towards Lancaster. Before he could even go over the hill in front of the house, I saw his car burst into flames. Somehow, the front seat also got gasoline on it and one of his other kids had started it on fire. The limo fishtailed and spun around in the road, changing directions, now heading away from Lancaster. Again, before he could leave my sight, the limo driver grabbed the kid who drank all the gas and threw him out of the car as he was driving away.

The kid was obviously sick and dazed, and when he hit the ground he just rolled to the edge of the road and laid there. I remember thinking to myself that I should probably call the cops or something, but I just sat there on the porch - watching to see what would happen next. One car drove by and apparently didn't even see the kid, whizzing right past him. The next vehicle that came by was a big truck, and it had to swerve off the road to avoid hitting the boy because he'd woken up and was stumbling and dragging himself into the middle of the road.

Once I realized the boy wasn't going to die, I ran inside, fearing that I'd be in trouble now because I owned the gas station where he drank all the gas in the first place.

The Beating Of Kutcher

I was staying the night at my cousin's house, and woke up in the early morning to discover to strange people sleeping in one of the rooms. I woke Jim to ask him who these people were, but before he could answer - those two folks woke up and came into the room with guns drawn. Apparently they had taken us hostage during the night, despite everyone (including the hostage takers) being asleep in different rooms.

One of the persons that took us hostage was Ashton Kutcher. He stayed in the same room as me and Genesee, and was playing videogames and messing around with other stuff in the room. I started talking to him a little, slowly gaining his trust, and when he wasn't paying attention - I grabbed the gun from the holster on his belt.

I aimed it at him and told him not to move, and told Genesee to run out of the house and get far away from there. Ashton didn't seem too concerned though, which made me realize that the gun wasn't even loaded. He started to walk towards me, as if to try to take the gun back away from me - so I bashed him in the head with the butt of the gun. The first blow didn't have much effect, so I kept beating him over the head with the gun until he fell down.

Once I knocked him out, I drug him outside and continued beating up on him. I was doing various wrestling type moves on him... back breakers, DDTs, pile drivers... eventually leaving him in a broken pile on the ground.

Lost At The Mall

I was having dinner with some friends at a mall, sitting in the food court, when one of them offered me some fried chicken. Not particularly caring for fried chicken, I only took some of the crunchy skin and ate it. Shortly after this, I heard a voice above me ask "would you like some more chicken?" I replied that I didn't, thinking that there was a waitress behind me or something - but then I realized the voice came from one of the speakers that were hanging above our heads. It turns out that all of these speakers hanging from the ceiling, normally playing mall music... they all had microphones in them. Any conversations that people were having at their tables were being heard by "someone" in the mall offices. This creeped me out, so I grabbed my bag (which contained flavored water, and two jugs of milk that had been sitting out for a day) and left.

I went into the parking lot to look for my car, but I had forgotten where I parked. I was wandering around for a few minutes before I came across a bunch of kids playing football. It was dark now, so they really couldn't see what they were doing - and one kid through the ball way past his buddy and it landed near me. My hands were full, but I put down my stuff and tossed the ball back to them. They did that same thing one more time, but this time one of their friends came to get the ball - and in the process, he dropped a FRS radio that he was carrying. I picked it up, cuz I was gonna keep it, but as I was getting ready to walk away someone called his name on it - so he heard, and I had to give it back.

I cut through some trees and began looking for my car again, only to have someone else stop me. A few rows away, there was a big SUV sitting with one of it's doors open, a girl inside yelling "Hey Bob! Hey Bob!" (This is weird too, mostly because nobody calls me "Bob" anymore.) I walked over and saw that it was Pam, one of my good friends from back in high school. I was surprised to see her, so I asked what she was doing in the area. She was riding around in this big SUV full of hippie looking people, but she wasn't dressed like one of them. I got in the truck with her and we started talking... she told me about how she isn't married anymore, because her husband died a few months earlier. The dream just ended there... lame.

Flying Through Africa

I started out inside someone's house, along with Genesee, almost as if we had broken into the place and were trying to wire it up for surveillance or something. I had crawled up into the attic and was hiding there, while also trying to figure out an alternate method of getting down. I found another hole in the attic floor, which was just barely big enough for me to squeeze down through. I scraped the pink insulation away from the hole, and shimmied down into one of the rooms of the house.

Shortly after that, I escaped from the house by "flying" out of one of the top windows. While I initially thought I was flying, it turned out that there was a long cable attached to the top of the house - and it was connected to a tree that was some distance away. This let me jump out the window and zoom down to the ground without hurting myself. Once I was on the ground, I saw Ibra sitting in his car. It turns out I was actually in Africa, and he was going to lead the way to a place where I'd be safe.

He took off down the road, and I continued "flying" on this cable contraption. As he drove quickly through the streets, I realized that I was in his home country, and that if he didn't slow down I would get lost - because I couldn't keep up. The roads were very similar to the roads here in Lancaster. The same general direction I'd take to get to Rising Park here, also took me to a big park there in Africa. As I hovered along the sidewalks, people walking along with me were amazed that I was floating above the ground as I moved.

Somehow after that, I ended up in Atlantic City. But this time we actually arrived via the water. We drove in to this big docking area on the boardwalk, where everyone arriving was pulling up in this little bitty power boats - barely big enough to sit in. I walked around the food court inside the docks, but then when I was ready to leave - I couldn't find the little boat that I arrived in.