David's Shoulder

This morning, I woke up from a...painful dream. I was walking with my cousins and my aunt and uncle to their big van(seeing as they still have six of the kids still living with them--at least in my dream. Sam is still at that home for girls. Uggh. I wish I could see her. Maybe this summer. She's graduating this year, so that's good). I think I was leaving the airport to stay with them for a while, but we were on a dirt road, so that was weird. It was muddy, too because I guess it had rained a bit before we walked to the van. The clouds were dark, and I could smell rain in the air. We fially all loaded into the van. I sat in the back between Sami and Randi like always. When we began to move down the road, I turned to look out the back window. And then I saw him. I saw my friend, David, all the way down the dirt road. Immediately, my stomach twisted into a huge knot. I whipped my head around to face my uncle who was driving. "STOP THE CAR!! I NEED TO GET OUT!! STOP THE CAR!! NOW!!" I screamed. Despite my conviction in my demand, both my aunt and uncle were like, "Ehh, I dont know. Maybe when we get in the building." I was INFURIATING.