Canadutch
I’m still in high school and one night I’m visiting a friend, her name is Monica Komkommer which is funny because komkommer is Dutch for cucumber. I somehow get a message from an old friend named Aaron Johnstone and he wants to get together. I have a picture of him with some woman and he looks like he’s 40 or something and it makes no sense to me. He gives me directions to where he’s living and I agree to go meet him. I’m really excited because I haven’t seen him in so long, and all the memories of when we were younger start flooding back. I can’t wait to get there and I talk my friend into coming to show me the way.
We leave her house and walk along this path. Her neighbourhood is really beautiful with abnormally green lawns, ponds with the most perfect lilipads and houses that are so perfect they look fake. While I’m walking along the path this scent catches my nose and I look up to see purple lilacs! I squeel with delight and then hush myself because I don’t want to wake the people who own the house where the lilacs are. The tree is small and there aren’t many lilacs on there but the ones that are there are beautiful and I want some. I ask my friend if she thinks it would be ok to pick some and she does it for me. We continue walking on as I hold the lilacs to my nose and remember back to when I was a kid and used to pick these down the street from our house.
We walk further along this pond and realize there is someone behind us, it’s a childhood friend “Little Barb”. She tells us where she’s going and decides to walk with us.
When we reach the edge of town I stop and realize I could have just brought my car and found Aaron’s house quicker. I ask Monica if she wants to walk back to her place and we can get the car and drive in but she says she doesn’t want to because then she’d have to walk back by herself.
We get into town, which is supposed to be Sydney Mines, where Aaron lives but instead we are in North Sydney. We come to the street where I used to take my dancing lessons and there is all kinds of construction going on. To get to where we want to go we have to cross on a plank of wood over a big hole they’ve made in the street. Little Barb is gone and it’s just the two of us again. She is urging me to go across on this board but I’m scared, it looks half rotten and weak and I know it will snap once I get halfway across and I will fall. I chicken out and one of the workers tells us we can go around to the next street and get through from there.
We go to the top of the street we are on and go across to the next, when we turn to go down that street there is a doorway. I am in a hurry and want to get there so I go through the door and start to walk across what looks like a very big, beautiful, simply decorated apartment. When I realize I’m in someone’s house I sort of stop, but when I see the sparse decoration I think maybe people just moved out, so there is no harm in me crossing and going out the window on the other side. When I get farther into the middle of the room I look over and see two people sitting on the floor eating pizza. It’s a man and a woman, probably in their sixties or so and they look very well proper and well dressed. I apologize and turn around and scoot out the door again.
When I go out the door I’m no longer outside, but in a hallway with people bustling about. My friend doesn’t notice the change in scenery and tells me to hurry up because we’re going to be late. We go through a doorway into a room that looks like a waiting room. The room is set up in a square, one side with people sitting behind tables and the rest of the room has people sitting in chairs against the wall, like a waiting room. I walk over to one of the people behind the table, it’s IceT and he is one of my teachers. He has a paper in front of him that has a list of names on it. I search the list for my name and find it, right below mine is Monica Komkommer’s name.
I go to sit down and there is an empty seat next to me, I see my friend Sarah from across the street and I motion for her to sit next to me. She asks if I’m nervous about my results and I shrug, because I don’t know what she’s talking about. I look down at my legs and see that I’m wearing a knee length black skirt and black mary janes on my feet. My legs are long and thin and really beautiful and I don’t have any pantyhose on.
Then I woke up..
