I dreamed I went to Spence’s Bazar with the Jr. High youth group. But it didn’t look exactly like Spence’s. It was bigger and the buildings were bigger and laid out different. We spent hours there but unlike any other time we didn’t use the buddy system. After a while I couldn’t find anyone I knew except I kept seeing Mr. and Mrs. ███████ everywhere I turned.

By the time it was getting dark I was freaking out. I tried to talk to Mrs. Harding but she didn’t see or hear me. She just kept walking and loading things up into the van. Eventually I found the owner of Spence’s and asked him if I could use a phone. For some reason my cell wasn’t working. He took me to one of the buildings and said the phone was in there.

I walked up the steps to the entrance and a baby stumbled in front of the doorway. The owner and women inside kept gushing over her and saying how beautiful she was. I agreed but in reality, she was only cute for a zombie. Her skin was blue and her lips were bright red and her hair brown and she had no eyes. And as she stood there bobbing back and forth trying to keep her balance, another baby, one that looked more normal slowly and eerily slid behind her and past her out of sight.

I walked past the baby and was face to face with the two women who I had never seen before.

“Come up here, darling,” one of them called.

To get to them I had to climb a short flight of steps. The space was so tight that I had to combat crawl up to the top.

At the top I could stand up and I did as the ladies pointed to a ramp that led down to a basement. “The phone is down in there,” the other woman said. Just like the steps, the space was too tight and I couldn’t walk down the ramp. I sat down and was going to slide down it until I took a good look down there. It was completely dark. I could hear water dripping (or some kind of liquid) and echoing off in the distance and somewhere, maybe about 10 feet from where I was sitting, I could hear heavy breathing.

Every rule of surviving a horror movie came in and flooded my brain at that moment. I knew whatever was down there was not a phone and that I had to get out of there right away.

With quick thinking I pulled out my phone and said to the ladies, “Oh look, my phone is working again.” I got out from the tight space and climbed back down the steps. “Thank you for your hospitality,” I said to the owner and two women, “But I have to get going.” When I tried to leave they tried all they could to keep me there but I ended up running.

Eventually I ran into a crowd of teenagers sitting in a field looking up at a stage. An entire row was the youth group with one seat next to Samantha. I sat and tried to get them to talk to me but just like Mrs. Harding, none of them seemed to notice I was there.

After a while Pastor ███████ got up on stage and performed a few songs we sang on the camping trip. Three kids in front of me, a boy and two girls, were saying how horrible Pastor ███████ was at singing and how boring he was. I put my face close to the backs of their heads and said, “Hey you little punks, that’s my youth group leader and if you know what’s good for you, you’ll show him a little more respect.”

They looked horrified and the dream ended.