I went to a big lock-in at my former middle school, which had been remodeled as a large hotel. My parents dropped me off and I went in. There were a lot of people there that I knew, including people I knew from Auburn and new people that I had met at college. I walked up to a ledge looking down on the large gymnasium area where there were hundreds of kids playing various sports.

One eighth grader from Auburn came up to me and asked if I'd like to play hockey. I followed him down to where they were playing. It was six on six, so I told him that if I joined in it would make the teams uneven. Not only that, but I reminded him that I was 5 years older than them. He said it didn't matter, but I still told him I'd rather not. Right then Brandon, who is my age, shot a hockey puck at my head. Thankfully I ducked in time. He apologized but since I didn't want to get killed I left.

I walked around the hotel some more and discovered that there were no restrooms on the second floor. This _really_ made me mad, so I went to complain to the manager. Before I got to his office, though, I saw a computer. I thought "Hey, I'll check my e-mail!" I logged in and checked, but unfortunately I had none. Before I could log out, someone sent me a message. It was from an unfamiliar address, so I didn't know who it was. After the mysterious messenger called me "Boogerhead," I figured out that it was my friend Emily (not the same Emily as in the missing-fingers dream; I actually like the Emily in this dream). We talked for a while over the computer, which was very nice. I told her that I was going to go complain to the hotel manager about the lack of restrooms on the second floor. She told me to watch out, because the manager had a history of being very hostile and potentially dangerous. I thanked her for her concern, but assured her I would be fine.

I walked into his office and asked to speak to him. He asked me what I wanted, and I told him my complaint. Instantly, he lost his temper. He yelled "I am sick and tired of you bratty kids complaining about everything!! You have finally done it!" With that, he pulled a lever and the surrounding hotel walls exploded, leaving only his office, which was enclosed in walls of its own. So there I was, trapped in his office/fortress, while the rest of the hotel crumbled in ashes around me. I could do nothing but watch out of the windows. I was helpless, and so were all of the others outside! The manager just laughed...

But then came a loud crash and an engine roar. In the distance I could make out some sort of vehicle coming our way. As it got closer, I realized that it was Emily driving a monster truck! She had come to rescue me! When she got up to the building, she saw that she wouldn't be able to break through the walls at the ground level. She backed up the truck and drove straight at a rake that was laying on the ground. I thought "What in the world is she doing?"

She drove onto the rake, and as she drove on the forked part, it pressed it down, causing the handle of the rake to catapult her into the air. This doesn't make much sense, but it's the best way I can think to describe it. Her truck flew through the air onto a nearby overpass. She drove along it for a ways and then made a sharp right turn. That sent her truck flying off the overpass and crashing through the upper wall of the manager's stronghold. I got in her truck, and we drove off.

She took me to my house, and I introduced her to my parents. They thanked her for saving my life. We went downstairs and talked for what seemed like forever. It was great. Then we all had dinner cooked by my mom. Unfortunately, the time came when Emily had to leave. As she was getting ready to leave and right before I got to say goodbye, my dad said, "Neal, she's too young to be your friend." I said, "Dad, what difference does it make?" He said, "You have an image to uphold." I was furious. So Emily and I ran out of the house and took off in her monster truck. We drove to Tennessee to her house. But when I got out of her truck, I realized that I couldn't stay there long, because I had school back in Lincoln the next day. We said our goodbyes, and I left. I was pretty dang sad.

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