I just woke up from probably the scariest dream I've ever had. It was probably only so scary because I thought it was real. Looks like there's a dream thing going around. Well, it was next year. Haha... it was next year, and we had just finished the fall production I think. Michelle was in it, and she offered me a ride to the cast party afterwards. She brought me home first to change and stuff, but I took too long to change, so she left. Then I remembered that it was at Crystal Bar, so I decided I could walk. As I was walking, I saw a truck go up Clarke and speed by me. I was wondering why there was a truck on Clarke, and where that road he was going up came from, because it wasn't there before, so I followed it. I got to the top of the hill, which was coincidentally called Norris St, but not the Lyford Norris St. It turned out that the cast party was in a house at the very top of the hill on Norris St. But it didn't resemble the Lyford's house or family at all, so I knew it wasn't. It was this crazy family of blonde children whose eyes actually lit up when you walked by them. And nobody found that strange. Not even I found that strange. So, anyway, I went into the yard and looked over the fence into a parking lot on the other side belonging to some company. The truck drove into the parking lot, and I started yelling "HEY! I SAW THAT GUY ON THE WAY HERE! I WAS WALKING AND I BEAT HIM! HEY, I BEAT YOU!" Clara came over to the fence and started watching him with me, and the man got out of the truck, got onto a bike, and started to ride towards the house, where I guessed he was delivering food. Then, all of a sudden, two or three men, I can't remember how many, all wearing orange, came out of the woods and walked over to the man. I said to Clara jokingly "Haha he's gonna get mugged." The men pushed him off his bike, and looked like they only wanted the bike, so I laughed and said "Relax, it's only a scraped elbow. And my bikes get stolen all the time." That's when I saw one of the men take out a hammer. Then they all took out hammers. Then they started beating the man in the head with the backs of their hammers. So naturally, because I'm stupid, I yelled out "HEY!" One of the men, perhaps the most homely looking of them all, walked over to the fence, held the hammer over my head, and told me to say something again. I pretended I was scared and begged for forgiveness, but in my head I remember thinking "He wouldn't do it. He wouldn't actually hit a 12-year-old-looking girl over the head with a hammer just for saying 'Hey'. I know he won't." And he didn't. He turned around and went back to the other man and started beating him again. His head was full of gaping holes and he was bleeding all over, and no one at the party seemed to care at all. I ran inside to call the police, and Clara came with me. I asked her to dial for me, and instead of calling 911 like I expected, she dialed the number to the Amsterdam Police Dept. They answered with "Hey, um, I'm kinda busy. Could you hold on a second?" and I said "NO! I'd like to report an emergency." "Oh, well then, let's hear it I guess..." "There are three men beating a delivery man, probably to death, over the head with the backs of hammers. One of them even threatened me with their hammer." I had started crying. I must have been really scared. "Hmm... oh... wow... well, where are you?" "I'm on Norris St in a big house on the very top of the steep part of the hill. I don't know the address, but you can't miss it." After hanging up, I realized I had given the officer directions to the Lyford's house as well as the one I was in, but I figured they would find out where we were soon enough. I went back outside, and Heather Monge, who apparently was with us the whole time and I didn't know, yelled out "THAT WAS THE STORE! NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT!" Hahaha. So, I walked into the yard, and everyone had a horrified look on their faces. They had finally taken notice of what was going on. I decided the best thing to do until the police came would be to just get away, so I walked out of the gate and just kept walking straight, until I ran into Mrs Lyford in the middle of the road. But this WASN'T the Lyford's house. I don't even think it was supposed to be. This was all just coincidental. So anyway, assuming she knew what was going on, I told Mrs Lyford that I had called the police and reported my first crime, with a proud look on my face. She turned to me and said "Okay, but you shouldn't swear. That's not pleasant." So I said "Okay, I'll keep that in mind. Thanks," and kept walking. I walked over to a driveway, and there was a large black man riding a bright pink bike in circles. I told him that his bike was really cool, and lo and behold, he whipped out a hammer and asked me if I liked my head. He was one of them. I turned to Clara and whispered "Isn't he supposed to be the comic relief? He's supposed to have a good heart." and Clara said "No... but he's probably a little nicer than the others." Just then, a police car with two officers drove up to us. The man said "HAH! They think they can arrest us?! We have hammers! We can bash their skulls in!" I walked over to the car and said "Maybe you should have brought more people." To which he replied "Hm... oh well." The driver opened his door, and I expected him to get out of the car to arrest people, but instead, he handed me two half-empty bottles of antibiotic ointment and told me to distribute them to the victims. I told him that probably wouldn't do much, but thanked him anyway. He reached into his pocket and pulled out an almost empty bottle of what appeared to be "Double Antibiotics", and told me to give it to those who were severely injured. Then I woke up. So how about that?