The dream I had on Monday night was a very short one. I remember walking up a grassy hill with a big group of my friends. We were going to a restaurant but it didn't seem like we were ever going to get there . The sky was a dark shade of grey and it looked like a storm was going to break out anytime. I was very depressed for some reason. My friends weren't really talking and everything was pretty quiet. We were just walking.
I'm staying at home from school because I am sick . I'm in bed writing in my journal about the past year. Than two of my friends that are also staying home from school call me and ask me to go downtown with them. I go and we end up just silently stareing at Buckingham Fountain. Then a thunderstorm starts and we decide to take the bus back home. When I sit down on the bus I realize that my leg is broken.
I am in a classroom taking a group french quiz. It is strange because the only people in the classroom taking the quiz are our group. After we finish taking the test, I find myself in a mini van with 3 of my friends and my french teacher. We are headed to the airport to go to Paris. I have no idea why we were going, but I'm not too excited about it. We get to the airport and it is very dirty and ugly. I have to use the bathroom but when I walk inside I am disgusted. There are cigarette ashes all over the floor and sink, and there is this awful stench all over the room. I leave the bathroom and we get on the plane, but by this time I really don't want to go to Paris.

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