blue ghost head

I.

i'm walking around a farm with a bunch of barbed wire fences, reminiscent of a mix between the long driveway to this coastal resort our family would go to when i was younger, and the farm that my aunt used to own way back in the day. lots of salmonberry bushes and kinnikinnick leading into patches of open, grassy field. i walk around and check out some old shacks north of this abandoned barn, blistering my feet on these really thorny prickled plants that dot the field. i decide to stand still for a minute and wait for my brother to join me, so we can go look for lizards and garter snakes. the wind is blowing me really hard. i'm getting kind of impatient.

i hear what sound like voices coming from one of the shacks. i sneak up on it and decide i'll give whatever's inside a surprise. i kick one of the doors wide open, and looking inside, find a sort of fatherly-looking man reading a newspaper on the patio of a gazebo. we have a stare-down for a few tense moments. i decide i better come up with something on the fly, so i ask him if i could go play in his backyard. he gives me the OK.

i go outside and meet up with these children who are baking some deliciously scented cupcakes in the yard. they tell me that i can only eat the ones with blue frosting "because (i'm) jewish" and have to adhere to kosher laws. i take my kosher cupcake and follow them down a dark path resembling the kinds of creepy woods you'll find in early disney movies like snow white. they lead me to this basement which resembles to a tee the cave from an especially frightening "punky brewster" episode (the one with the giant spider? anyone?). here we find a giant blue head speaking in some inexplicable language. the kids tell me that it's a ghost and ask me to do away with it. though pretty spooked, i casually stand up and walk right through it, showing them it was just an illusion. i receive a standing ovation from the children and am lead through the cave's exit.


II.

on the other end of the cave, we end up back in that yard, now covered in gravel and dead grass. one of the girls in the group has aged considerably and i can't help but find myself attracted to her. she tells me that she's decided we should become a couple, which i don't argue with. she then decides that we need to play a game of one-on-one basketball. even though she says she's ranked "4th in the state," i insist that i can beat her. in response, she places her palms around my head and starts to press on it violently, shrinking my whole body by a couple of feet. afterward, i grab her around the waist and gently roll us into a pile of quicksand.