Impressive and Ever-So-Useful Powers

I sing, "The Same Fire" to Alex, but he is unresponsive. Instead I have just set Shorewood Elementary on fire. I feel guilty about the Ficus, since they have been thriving recently.

I am back at Burien Dance, in pointe class. Bridgette seems to have trouble remembering her choreography for our dance, and when she does it is terrible. We waltz diagonally across the floor for at least twelve counts, and collide into a can can line.
Class ends, and I go out to the lobby. Ginny, a girl I used to dance with is there waiting for the next class, and she asks me, "Are you ever going to come visit my Grandma's furniture liquidation business? It's right in the middle of the U-District!" I say yes, of course I'll come, because it seems really important to her, and ask for directions on how to get there. Of course, she has no idea because she doesn't know the area, so I ask for cross streets or an address. She can't give me either of them, so I end up flying over the area and setting down on 15th and 43rd, near the bookstore.
The furniture liquidation business actually turns out to be a protective shelter for some magical giraffe's that are threatened by some grumpy dinosaurs roaming the area. The dinosaurs are on a rampage, and I have to act as peacemaker, but in order to communicate with either group I have to become an animal, as small and nonthreatening as possible. The natural answer, of coarse, is a squirrel. I find a shed and sit down to concentrate on my transformation, with my dragonfly friend as a lookout. Beginning takes me longer than usual, but at last I am able to concentrate on my squirrel thoughts and I begin to shrink. When I judge I am small and furry enough I scamper out of the shed and over to the giraffe shelter, oping I won't have to go through that process again.

Let It Be

I am riding in the car with my mom through the middle of nowhere. The only monument in sight on the beige plain is a giant casino, which we leave behind. Finally, up ahead I spot a square building and parking lot. My mother begins driving insanely fast, and I assume it is a bank that we must reach before it closes, but it turns out it is just a cheap shoe store. We do several 360s on the parking lot as my mom tries to figure out if it is closed, and then we screech out of the parking lot back to the casino.

In the parking lot of the casino, I try to move about unnoticed, following someone. This is made easier by the fact that the cars are replaced by tall objects, somewhat like anthills. I catch up to the person I am following, and then some events take place which involve me giving a piggy back ride to this person, trying to dance while doing this, and him becoming paralyzed. My uncle arrives in the parking lot, and I gather from his presence that the paralysis of the person on my back is a hereditary disease that his family didn't want me to know about. He says nothing, being paralyzed, but I know he wants to.

The casino is also High School, and I am visiting Kelly Mason. She tells me about her schedule and I ask if she has much homework. She says she has a ton, and very little time to do it in, but her mother will help her by typing up her lab report. I laugh, wishing I could get my parents to help me with my homework when I am busy.
Kelly starts to say something else about her job, but I don't hear what she says, because I have begun singing "Let It Be". I look her in the eye, indicating that I can't stop now, and in any case singing is what's most important in this moment. Matt Kent understands and joins in.

We go to lunch in the cafeteria, where the cashier charges me $1.50. There is so much good food, I am amazed, and wish I could eat like this every day.

Very Suspicious

I will be living in a small, rundown cabin on the south end of campus next quarter. It used to belong to someone's grandparents; they are either dead or they don't know someone is letting me stay there.
Inside there are two stoves, one that looks like a small electric cooktop, and another which looks like it could be the kerosene stove my grandparents described from their first home in Alabama. It is encrusted with black grease, and I decide to test it out to see if it still works. I turn the knob on the righ burner. Nothing happens, except it makes a single loud pop. I lean in to listen for the sound of gas and it pops again. I realize it's probably a really stupid idea to stick my head next to a popping stove and quickly turn the knob off. I smell for gas in vain, then stupidly repeat the process. When finished I decide I should leave the cabin, expecting it to explode at any moment.

In the parking lot below I meet some schoolmates, and the orthodontist is implied. I think I was supposed to go in months ago, and the flourescent lighting was especially suspicious.

Driving through Normandy Park in the wrong direction I try to eat breakfast at an undergound restaurant with Alex, but instead I find myself on stage, at the dress rehearsal for my dance recital. I am in the class of three and four year-olds, dressed in a yellow tutu, and singing to Mary Poppins. I don't remember ever taking this class, and I hope my body will remember what it suppsedly learned. It does. I tap dance along with the rest of the (very old) four year-olds, fly around stage, and sing loudly and off-key.

Now I stand in my grandparent's kitchen. I walk across the room towards my grandmother, who is making cookies, but as I approach she doens't get any bigger. I stand behind her and she only comes up to my belly button. Her hair is very soft. I think she must be dying. She walks in one direction to the living room and I go around the other way. I say confusedly to Laura that she must have shrunken, and my grandma nods uncomprehendingly from her seat on the comparatively giant sofa.