Past, Dreams, Future

Ok, I must begin this entry by reminding everyone: Harry Potter comes to theaters on Wednesday!!! From the previews, it seems like it will be really good, but then again, trailers can be deceiving.
Now that I've gotten that off of my chest, I'll continue to tell about my week. On Monday and Tuesday, I was with my mom, which I think I've already mentioned, along with our really long walk on the Salem Creek Trail and everything. Also, while I was there, we attempted to rent a movie from the red box, but between the three of us (my mom, Wesley, and I), we've seen just about everything in it. It's unfortunate that the red box only rents out new releases. So, we were forced to go to this movie store that doesn't have as good of a deal on new releases as the red box, but better deals on old movies, meaning that they actually have them. It also has a reputation for having a really attractive guy who worked/works there. My dad and I met him several months ago when we went there to look for a video game, and so when my mom and I first started going there about three months later, I told her to keep on the lookout for a hot guy who was tan with blue eyes; however, ever since my mom and I have been frequenting the place twice a week or so, we have encountered no such man. So, whenever we go there, she always jokes around, telling me to put on make-up "for the hot guy that doesn't exist," though I insist that he did indeed work there at some point. But anyways, this is why we call this movie store the "hot-guy movie store" as a clarification, that is, so people don't think we're talking about Blockbuster or something. The movies we rented from this store were "Green Mile" and "Secondhand Lions," both of which were good.
Yesterday, at 8:00 in the morning, Stacia picked me up from my dad's house after dropping Lynda off at the Sawtooth Art summer program; I was going to stay the night with Shannon. When we got back to the house, she was still sleeping, so I sat on the porch for a while and read my book; the sky was overcast and it felt like it would be a pretty day. Shortly after Shannon woke up, she decided that she wanted to spray-paint her Kanye West glasses on the porch, and then Talia and her mom arrived; her mom dropped us all off at Will's house, where we would be spending a few hours. Among other things, we played his pianos, met his cows and horses, played hide-n-seek (simply because his house was that huge), and discussed our life dreams out on his porch. Stacia came to pick us up around six, and we had a dinner of tacos back at her house. Shannon washed the dishes before dinner, and I insisted on washing the dinner dishes. Talia, Shannon, and I made a video depicting a scene that occured recently at Olive Garden that was somewhat amusing; I had told my mom that I wanted to order the fettucini alfredo, but when the waitress arrived, I ordered baked ziti; only to change my mind again as the waitress was walking away. It was one of those things where you had to be there to find it amusing. Then, we went upstairs and Shannon painted my finger- and toe-nails. These two boys, Lucas (Shannon's ex) and Cricket Boy (whose real name I don't know), kept calling the house, and wouldn't leave us alone until 1:00 in the morning, despite threats made by Shannon to "send the po-po to their door-door," which she eventually stopped making because I told her that they didn't sound remotely serious.
Shortly after this, we went to sleep, and I had some extremely strange dreams. In the first of the dreams, I was at a place similar to the Stevens Center with my friend (who was not someone I know in real life) and our other friend, who was a guy, and who I apparently wanted to date in the dream. We were in some lavishly decorated, high-ceilinged hall, waiting for the auditorium doors to open to indicate that the show was about to start. I realized that I had left something upstairs, and so the guy who had accompanied us escorted me by the hand to a small staircase, and as I got onto the staircase, I told him to go wait in the theater and I kissed his hand, which was weird because it would be more typical for the guy to do that. Upstairs, in a room that resembled a bedroom, I ran into my friend, who made fun of me for looking breathless and spacey.
Shortly after this, I had a dream that I was with my parents at some amusement park; we were standing at the top of what I think was a water slide, and we were gazing out over the entirety of the park, which we could see from the height. Beyond the park, there was a large expanse of water that revealed the presence of an ocean or other large body of water. Soon, it was my turn to go down the slide, and halfway down the steep plummet, I realized that something was wrong; my chest hurt internally, and I was somehow struck by the thought that there might be something wrong with my heart. By the time I got to the bottom of the slide, the pain was terrible, and I thought that I had lost my heart on the ride, and that my chest, empty, was bleeding internally. I ran around the amusement park, calling for help, shouting that my heart was gone and that I needed a new one. Mostly, people ignored me. Near the park entrance, I came to several dumpster-like bins that had pictures of organs on it and the words adult, or minor written on them. I approached a minor bin that had a picture of a heart on it, and peered inside. Within was a huge pile of human hearts, all around the same size and shape. I dug through the bin, but found no heart that was beating, and was immediately discouraged. I closed the bin, and when I turned to rummage through the adult bin, figuring that if I could find one that beat, that would be good enough, I ran into a man who seemed to work at the park.
"Anything I can do to help?" he asked.
Relieved, I responded, "I think I lost my heart on that water ride," I gestured over to the tallest ride in the park. "But I can't find a heart in this bin that will beat for me." He nodded, absorbing all of this information.
"Open your mouth." he instructed, and peered inside with a small flashlight; after only a few seconds, he straightened up again. "Your heart's working fine," he informed me, "You are, however, missing your spleen." He then reached over to a minor spleen bin and found a healthy-looking spleen; he moved it in the direction of my chest, as though there was a hole there, and suddenly the spleen was nowhere to be seen and the pain in my chest was gone.
"Thanks!" I said as he walked away. "No problem," he waved over his shoulder and continued on.
In the last dream, I was at my dad's house; Heather sat on the couch reading a book, and my dad was playing his basketball game on the Playstation. The home phone rang and I ran to get it as I was the only one unoccupied; on the other line, I heard Brittany's voice in response to my "Hello.": "Hey, Robyn," she said in a grim voice. "We need to talk; I wanted to know why you've been acting so uncool lately, not talking to us and everything."
I was shocked; this, coming from someone who had not spoken to me for at least a year, was just too much. After a pause on the line, I said, "Me, uncool. Let's talk about uncool, now, shall we?" and just before I got into the full force of an angry rant, I woke up.
Talia's mom came to pick her up around noon, and Stacia drove me back home at about 2:30 after stopping at Walmart; I'm at my dad's, typing this after taking Juliet on a long walk around the park and up to the gazebo park on Glade Street.