A Dream: Part Two

If you haven't already, read Part One before Part Two. Unless you are a unicorn and/or sparkly, in which case you can read them in any order you like, or not at all!

       "S" is no longer standing next to me with the dictionary. The field is darker than it was before, and it has stopped raining, though the air is still moist. I pull my toes in, grabbing the ground, and I realize that I'm barefoot, my feet dirty and wet from the damp grass. I'm standing about thirty feet away from a large cabin. For some reason I know that this is where everyone must be sleeping. There are two tents: one beside the cabin, and one behind me. I think I sleep in the latter. I can't stop thinking about the meaning of the symbol, but my thoughts are quickly interrupted by a voice behind me. I know this boy. His name is Ryan and he towers over me. He's carrying a giant fake tree in his hands. He tells me that the tent beside the cabin belongs to his mother Michele. Then he proceeds to explain that he is going to steal some tickets while everyone is sleeping. "Don't tell anyone." he says. Then he walks away from me, still carrying his fake tree, and starts heading down the road to where, I presume, the "tickets" are. 

       I am conflicted. Do I tell someone about the soon-to-be theft or not? I don't want Ryan to be angry with me, but I don't want him to steal the tickets either. Suddenly there is a crash from inside the cabin. A light turns on in one of the windows and I can see Alex's silhouette, who has spilled goldfish all over his sleeping bag. Then all the lights in the cabin turn on and people are having a pajama party while Alex is laughing hysterically. I just stand where I am, watching and listening as someone turns on club music with heavy bass. Michele comes out of her tent, rolling her eyes. She walks to the cabin and I walk with her. She asks me where Ryan is. I don't exactly lie. "Down the road." I say. She surprises me by replying, "Probably stealing tickets, no doubt." I sigh with relief. I'm glad she already knew so I didn't have to say anything. 

        When we get into the cabin, a surge of sound and music overpowers us. I see "S" in the cabin and her name finally comes to me: Sarah. She walks over to us and tries to tell Michele about Ryan and the tickets. I don't know how she knows, but Michele can't hear her over the noise anyway. "Never mind." I tell her. "She already knows." Sarah and I leave Michele to clean up everybody's mess and go outside. As we emerge into the cool air of the cabin porch, Ryan greets us. "The stealing didn't work out." he says. Sarah rolls her eyes. I laugh. 

For some reason I remember dancing, but then everything blurs.