I sat on the floor of my room with several cds and a tape recorder making a mix tape for my friend Jessica. While I was doing that, I was watching a show on MTV about censorship. Jewel, the singer lady, came on saying how she was listening to the radio one day and heard Kazoo Song by Wilco (a song which does not really exist) and the chorus was edited from the original. They played a snippet of the song on MTV and I couldn't tell the difference from the edited version they played and the version on my cd. I opened up the booklet to read the lyrics to see exactly why they edited it, and the chorus went like this: "I like a band that plays kazoos and I like lookin' at your big wazoos." Apparently some women found that offensive and the song was edited for the radio.

I had to go to Chemistry class so I got up and headed off to go learn. Mr. McMahon, my high school chemistry teacher, was the professor and it was a very small classroom. It wasn't a large lecture hall--actually it was more like a small architectural drawing classroom with one student per drafting table. He didn't say much, but he said he would give 10 extra credit points if someone would agree to watch his daughters for the night. I needed the points so I volunteered. Before I left, though, I went over to my cousin Kendal's drafting table and told her that I planned on taking German as my foreign language this summer. She was happy to hear that, and we left for my grandparents' house where our cousins Gavin and Bailey were.

Gavin and Bailey were sitting on a couch eating fruit in the basement of my grandparents' house. Kendal and I started talking to them when in walked Mr. McMahon's daughters. We all began singing and dancing and just having a rockin' good time. Gavin started feeding fruit to my Transformers. I didn't realize what exactly he was doing until it was too late.

Note: The dream makes a slight change at this point--do not be alarmed

Ironhide had just ingested some bad fruit and now he was starting to grow to mammoth proportions. I was Optimus Prime, and with me were Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Prowl, Cliffjumper, Ultra Magnus, and Ratchet. Ironhide was now at least 30 times taller than any of us. He let out a maniacal scream and began firing randomly and uncontrollably. Sunstreaker yelled out "Don't worry--Ironhide is only equipped with a stun gun--it can't do any real damage!" But right then he was shot. He did not explode or fall back--rather he simply froze where he was standing and turned to a deathly grey color. Moments later he crumbled into a pile of ash. Needless to say, it was a very traumatizing experience. The rest of us scattered and did our best to avoid Ironhide's fire. As he was shooting at us, he muttered the words "Help...me..." Thankfully I had a shield to protect myself, but the others were not so lucky. It was very hard firing at him, as Ironhide was always a loyal devoted Autobot. However, he was now a threat to all of us and he had to be stopped.

Sideswipe was the next to fall. He died in the same manner as Sunstreaker. Then Cliffjumper and Ratchet were killed. Prowl, Ultra Magnus and I made one final charge. I led the way since I had the shield to protect us. We focused all of our firepower on his head and finally he tumbled to the ground. I climbed inside of his earhole and started fidgeting around in his brain. There was a little man in there and I asked "What seems to be the problem?" He replied "Well, these large rubber band thingers here are all dirty." I turned on the machine that cleans them. The top rubber band thinger would be taken off of the top of the stack, rubbed against an abrasive surface to clean off excess dirt and oil, and then put on the bottom of the stack. After all of the rubber rings were cleaned, I could hear Ironhide's voice saying "Ahh...that feels better." I crawled out of his ear and I think he shrunk back to normal but I'm not sure.

I heard Brian's alarm go off and I sat up. He climbed out of his bed and said "I sure hope no girls come in our room unannounced because I would sure be embarrassed to be seen in this underwear my mom gave me!" Right then Mr. McMahon's daughters ran in the room. I was like "Oh no, I forgot I was supposed to babysit them! I hope they didn't get into any trouble." Then my alarm went off for real.

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