I'm really trying to remember what happened with Rosie in this thing. It's driving me insane. There were some parts with other people, too, as I recall, but one can't be named or spoken of except to a select few, and the other ones have kinda melted to nothingness.

Okay, I don't remember why, but I was boarding at some awesome resort and, y'know, just aimlessly boarding about. So, after awhile, I go up to the top of the hill and come down again, only to notice all the houses in the area and, lo and behold, there's Rosie (school), with a couple bags of the trash sort (though a lovely shade of beige) getting dropped off in front of some house by some sort of mail truck. Now I hadn't found boarding up the hill odd in the slightest, but man was that kind of odd. [I know Rosie was in the part of the dream before this that I can't remember.] But anyway, I went back down the hill to, you guessed it, my campsite, which apparently doubled as the bunny hill, narrowly avoiding some kid that landed slightly to the right of me. But anyway, not finding it odd that there was a patchy snow area, then one with no snow, and then a hill that I walked up and boarded down into the campsite without doing a damn thing to my feet, I... well, boarded into the campsite. I see Rick and, as I pass him, I say, "Hey, Endo." (it should be obvious which Rick this is) rather congenially, flipping backwards to face him in the air and landing on my once again magically boardless feet. We talked about something and then... Back to trying to find Rosie, which melds into...

I actually remember myself going to some sort of resaurant with what I thought was my family, too. I walked in and got some interesting stares for carrying around some sort of knife and was very aware of it. Then, without knowing it, I was apparently served by some magical thing. No one found this odd. But I was there with my soda and, by gosh, we needed our seats. So walk past this room and there's one table. My brother sat down and his other half took a chair over and sat back down into him. My mom yelled that there wasn't enough room, so he got up. Some of the people in the room, all of whom were incredibly hot cowboy-ish men, muttered something derrogatory about my mom, but I don't remember what it was. So then I remember my drink and, for some reason, I'm really scared. I peek around the corner where we came from and there's a free table... but a waitress moves and I see a soda and a Burger King crown on the table where a little girl was sitting earlier. I wanted to tell my family the table was free, but I wasn't sure, and I didn't want to ask a waitress if it was, so I just walked up and switched my drink with hers. Okay, so now we're walking up the stairs in this 10-something story restaurant, I'm pissed because I got the short end of the deal switching the drink - there was more in my cup and she'd obviously chewed the hell out of her straw - and, of course, no tables anywhere. I remember falling over and... then boarding some more.

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