move to the tustin house

lying on hammock, black thing starts flying around. lands on me, painfully, won't let go. call for james, he walks into the garage shrugging. I manage to get the black thing off of me and chuck it across the street, David sees what's going on and asks if im okay and where james was. James walks away saying "it doesn't affect me" and david gets this look on his face like, "that is so wrong," so I notice that the black thing is a remote controlled something and David marches into the garage to give James a peice of his mind. Kelly comes over with the kids to see if i am okay and she starts picking through stuff. David eventually comes out and says this water thing needs to be fixed. His friend comes over and slowly but surely, the garage is beginning to empty. I cant tell if he's actually fixing stuff or if he's taking my things. Kelly and her friends start picking through this bar thing and find old pictures and newspaper articles and they start realizing how valuable the house is and all of my grandma's things. David, meanwhile, is trying to show James and Erik how to fix this and that and then all of a sudden the entire neighborhood is at our house fixing it up... people on the lawn pulling weeds, planting flowers, sweeping the garage and driveway, painting, and I hadn't had to lift a finger. I was offering everyone beer and pizza when I realized that all the houses on the other side of the street was gone, it was all in ashes. There was a fire and it had taken out everything across the street an onwards. All my old friends were suddenly by my side, friends who were best friends at one point who I no longer talk to, were there pointing out the obvious. I tried warning everyone but everyone ignored my pleas to leave, to save themselves. This big bus comes around the corner and the crazy mexican driver with a big black mustache and informs me that its for kids only, to save them from the fire. Most of the kids were with me anyway and I literately chucked them into the bus until most were on there. THere was a small group of pre-teens who refused to get on, but by that time the bus was moving and it was too late. I convinced the driver that one of the boys i helped get on was my brother and we couldn't be seperated. awhile later, I realized that I hadn't told anyone where I was going, didn't have my cell phone, and my brother was still back at the house. I begged and pleaded the driver to turn arund and eventually he did. in the process, i saw two women from my town in big red floppy hats and tried to warn them about the fire. At this point, we were on an island and my house was closest to the shore. On the way back to the house, we had to cross a rushing river, and two we couldn't cross. there was a herd of cows we plowed through and a road that we couldn't go on because it was closed for figherfighting people instead. when we rounded that last corner I was so happy to get back, but this one lady got so mad at me for taking her kid wthout me asking. the same with the other kids, everyone was mad at me and took thier kids off. I was screaming trying to tell them that they were all going to die and no one would listen to me. There was this one little boy who was so scared and I had taken s uch good care of him but his mother ripped him away and it broke my heart. Then she threw what I thought was him at me, b ut it was a mask of a human face. it was scary. i was so sad that everyone was going to die when all i had done was try to help.



When my alarm went off and i was roughtly awakened, i stretched and nearly cried out in pain, my calf muscles locked up.