Shallow Water

I was going to a new school, I had my bookbag and school stuff and was walking in the neighbourhood where my old high school boyfriend lived. I met two girls who wanted me to hang out with them so we went to one of their houses. I really liked her bedroom, it made me miss having a girl’s bedroom like that. They wanted to dye my hair so I let them. When it was time to wash it out I couldn’t find a sink big enough and did it in the kitchen sink which was in the hallway.

There was lots more people there suddenly, me and a group of people left the house and one of the girls didn’t come with us. I remember having a big crush on one of the guys in the group, I think he was someone I knew from the internet or something. We walked on a path through a field and then across the street. There was a really nice beach there with high walls on either side. The guy I liked asked if I wanted to go for a swim. I took my clothes off and was a little embarassed to be in my bathingsuit in front of him but made myself get over it.

When we got to the water it was incredibly warm, I think I was in California because I remember thinking that the water there would be warmer than the water back home. We walked for a long time but it never got deeper than just above our ankles. There were big pieces of glass in the water all over the place. The glass was thick with a greenish tint to it but the edges had been smoothed out a bit, but there was still a little sharpness so we had to be careful. Everyone around me was walking like it was normal and I had a hard time doing the same.

He stopped at a point where the cliff wall split and there was a sort of hallway where the water went through. We sat down and people were walking all around us. He started talking to me and was telling me how he couldn’t be with me because he really liked one of the other girls that I had just met and he thinks they might be able to hook up. I don’t think I was too bothered.

Then I’m back at the house and the girls had gotten ready and gone to school. I am wearing just a towel after getting home from the beach. I sit in front of the girl’s computer and am chatting. Her mother starts getting after me to get ready and go to school.. when I get up there is blood on the chair because I started my period. I wet the towel and try to rub it off.

When I head for the bathroom the house is suddenly a train. There’s loads of strangers around and I’m walking around wrapped in a towel. I ask some stranger for a quarter and go to the bathroom and buy a tampon out of the machine. When I go into the bathroom stall I realize there is only a cloth curtain between the stalls. These girls are packed into the stall next to me helping some woman get ready to be married. They keep moving over into my stall and when I ask them to stop one of the girls gets bitchy with me and pushes me. I start punching her and this blond woman walks into my stall with me and closes the curtain. She has to pee so I move out of the way a little so she can.

When I look at the other side of the stall there is no wall at all and I can see the people right next to me sitting on the seats of the train. The two girls I met in the beginning are there, their mother and some old man. He looks like some old rancher you’d see in a movie. Out the window I can see a big herd of cows, they are jumping over each other like they are playing leapfrog. The old man comments that he can tell which one of the cows will have a calf and when. I jokingly said that I wish he could tell me if I was pregnant or not. He said he could tell that I wasn’t because I have 120% function of my left shoulder. I had no idea what he was talking about and was about to question him when I woke up.

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