dreamt by Spark
I'm at my High Scool, and I'm just wandering around, and I end up in the pool. I go upstairs to our bleachers, and I run into Duke, and Spark (Me.) And I'm like, "Ok. Cool. What's going on?" I notice that Spark's got this huge bottle of perfume, or something, and so I'm just staring, and Duke yells "Run! We're being chased!" So, we all take off, and this guy who looks like Dan Quayle (Sp?) Comes running out and yelling things. Apparently, he wanted the huge bottle of perfume. So, we run into the band room, and no one is in there, so I'm like "Quick! Hide in this tuba!" So we all jump into the tuba and hide. Then, the guy comes in, looks around, and leaves. We all relax, and the tell me that this "perfume" is the most horrible weapon on the planet, and I smell it, and it's clinique something-or-other, (which I enjoy, by the way,) so , being the incredibly intellingent person I am, I say "hey, I'll deal with it." So every thing is happy again. Then, the Dan Quayle guy comes in, pulls out a gun, runs at us , trips, falls into the tuba, and vanishes. Duke and Spark leave, and I stand there for a bit, the turn on the TV, which is where I woke up.