Mah Journal

I was at my place, with KE. Apparently I was supposed to have a lot of my friends over, but only she had come so far. She wanted to use the computer. I was surprised she still didn't know how to turn it on; I turned on the computer, monitor, and speaker for her and walked off to my room.

Suddenly I looked into my moms room, and KE was there. The room was totally different. The walls were yellow, the trim pristine white, and there was a strong daytime atmosphere inside.

Then I looked at my phone. I kept getting these weird texts. They all had to do with smoking. For some reason the font was always in blue. I got three separate texts; they were all inviting me to smoke with someone or something.

I told KE, and somehow this made us embark on a random journey. Next thing I knew I was entering this coliseum-like building. There were these security guards we had to bypass without being seen, and we had to get to the other side of this big outdoor clearing.

Suddenly we were on a playground that resembled the one at RA Park. There were the swinging monkey bars and the rest of the other types of monkey bars. I was playing grounders with some random people, and I climbed up to the top so they couldn't reach me.

Then I was randomly in some street that was flooded with water. It seemed like an old town; everything was a little wooden shack. This town was strange; the people were very strange. At one point I was swimming around, and there was this older japanese geisha woman walking around. She kept saying about how she was a healer woman and owned a healing store. She said something about she always knew who swam in the street waters without a tampon because she always put the name of the person in very small writing on the tampon. Then it occurred to me that I had my period, and that this woman might be mad since I wasn't wearing a tampon.

I went up to her and asked if I could have one. She led me inside her medicine shop. An old lady with greying hair sat quietly at a table sipping some tea. I think there was a man too. The geisha, who I now noticed was wearing a pink kimono, handed me a bag of tampons. I thought my name would be written on one because of her earlier threat, but to my surprise it wasn't. I grabbed one and went to the bathroom, and then woke up.