Hocus Pocus

I was in Paris. There was a carnival. I saw some people I knew, but I pretended I hadn't seen them because I didn't want to talk to them. I hopped a train so I could go back to the airport and fly home, and as I looked back at the city scape the lights from all the rides were really beautiful so I tried taking some photos. They were all blurry. As I turned to face forward, people flying broomsticks were lobbing bombs at the ground. I knew they were part of the rebel army. They dropped one bomb on the train tracks and the train skidded for awhile but eventually came to a halt. I scrambled off the top of the train, where I had been sitting, and took shelter in the wall of candy to my right. I came upon a small child and I scooped out a container of Mike and Ikes so she could hide too. The rebel soldiers came through the train tracks carrying machine guns. I was really worried they'd want a snack and would discover us.

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I was at a lock-in in my high school and we settled into our lockers to sleep for the night. The three witches from Hocus Pocus flew through the hallway and sang the "Come Little Children" song. A 6-year-old girl was lured out of her locker to follow them. My perspective switched to that girl. When I looked around me everyone's eyes were stars.

Poorly planned trip

My parents decided they wanted my younger brother and sister and me to go on a trip. The plan was to fly to Canada and then go on to Iceland and France. They were down in the Cities visiting my aunt and I was at my parents' in Duluth. We were going back and forth about how we were going to get to the airport and what tickets we should buy. Finally it was decided I would drive them. I was very worried about not getting to the airport on time, but a short way down the road I encountered the Mall of America, where I met my sibs. I was very angry about doing this trip with them since there had barely been any planning. I asked them if they even had any money saved up and they said no. I parked in long term parking and struggled in the rain to get all our luggage out while the sibs scampered off to Neighbor Lynn's house, which would connect to the airport. I had to take the backseat of the van out, and another car knocked into it. I tried to motion to my sister through the window that she should come out and help me, but Lynn had just served her breakfast. I was enraged.