A nice, homey place, you’re sitting with your family on the second floor of a restaurant owned by the very talented Queen Latifah. People are all around you enjoying the wonderful. The lights are dim, the walls are wood, the tables are wood, and the woods are dark; the medievil tone is set. The food is wonderful! Big turkeys, mashed potatoes, and collard greens. The screams of table numbers, “AP!” “MW!” “CD!”. It’s a pack night; everyone is there, even the stairway to the exit is packed. You and your family start making your way to the exit. You, a kid, decide to go straight to the exit to wait since you’re not paying. As you look around you notice that your entire family is doing the same as you. EVERYONE IS SKIPPING OUT ON THE MEAL! “WHO IS TABLE CD AND DID THEY PAY YET?!?!?”, yelled Queen Latifah. With no hesitation you and your family reply “Yeah.”, knowing that none of you have paid. In fear, you jump in the crowd hoping to get to the bottom of the stairs and out of the build but the crowd’s not moving so you hop out.
With much need of escape, you find another stair cause and decide it to maybe be a form of escape. “Could this be where the bathrooms are?”, You think to yourself. There you were, in the basement. Cold, wet, damp, and dark concrete stone basement. Every was dimly lit by a few fire lit torches and one big controlled fire by the stairs. Two more guys followed me down, big black guys about 6ft tall, big around the waist and everything else, with a mocha complexion to their skin, bright colored striped polo shirts, jeans, kicks, and a low fade. “Could they be doing the same as I?” There was no time to figure it out so you quickly find the men’s bathroom and enter alone. Different from the main basement, the bathroom seemed to have fluorescent lighting, giving the room a bright feel and the room itself was much more warm compared to the rest of the basement. You look over and see the window. Hoping to escape through it, you run over to the window and open it only to find that what should be the basement is about three stories high off the ground in the back so you close the window. “There has to be another way out!”, you think to yourself. In an attempt to find some other way, you leave the bathroom and explore the rest of the basement. You eventually find yourself in a dim stone room that connects to two different torch lit hallways. In the first you notice the two guys from before walking down that hallway but in the second you notice no one is in it. You start to ask to yourself “I wonder where these hallways lead? Could one of them be a one to the actually bottom floor and back door of this place? If so, which one would I take? Maybe I should just follow them.” Then you notice down the very same hallway the two guys took, a girl and her little sister are poking their head out of what looks like a stone vent. They seem to be crawling in the vents! The girl suddenly notices that you see her and pulls her sister back into the vent to find their escape. “The vents? But how are they using those to escape; wouldn’t they just somehow end up back on the main floor?”, You say to yourself. Maybe you were right but you would never know because it was too late.
ALL HELL IS BREAKING LOSS. Queen Latifah has been using this dungeon to hold prison to the most murderous, evil, ugly monsters know to man; and know they were being set free! They were green, they were blue, they were black, they were caucasian, boys, girls, lizards, lions, full of scales, fully clothed, big noses, no noses, distorted eyes, one eye, fish, and just so much more. They were coming from every where, flooding the room like Katrina flooded New Orleans, looking to kills something for food and some for fun. You, not knowing what to do, decide it to be smart to hide behind the big, heavy, dark wooden door to the room thinking that no of the creates would see you or be smart enough to find you back there. YOU WERE WRONG. He was blue-greenish, had a fish head, two arms, two legs, extremely sharp teeth, cloth around his waist, a harness strap from his shoulder to his waist, and he found you first. Using your mind, you create a weapon. A “Hand” gun. You fold in your ring and pinky finger, point you middle and point finger out and close the together, and you leave your them straight up to put your hand in the shape of a gun. Then dropping your them down to your point finger you shoot the creature only to lift your thumb so you can shoot again if needed. It was very needed for now the other creatures had noticed you. So you repeated the gesture over and over again but there were too many for you to hold off with your hand gun; you need something stronger, something like a force field. So using your mind, you say out loud with your eyes closed “I ask for a force field to protect me.” POOF! A force field appears and you’re protected but that is not enough for you. “There’s too many of them and they might break through this shield. I need to kill them off somehow.” DING DING DING, you got it! “I ask that this force field reflects the attack of the monsters and kills them when they attack it.” you say out loud, eyes closed. You then open you eyes only to see that your wish didn’t come true. The monsters were trying to break the shield with attacked but none were dying. In an attempt to use magic you know you don’t have, you lift your hand up like Piper of Charmed would to freeze someone and you think in your mind about the shield reflecting their attacks back to them and killing them on the spot. Putting your hands down, nothing happens. It all looks the same. Until a zombie monster throws a fire ball at your shield and it hits the shield, then flies back to kill him instead. It worked! Monsters were dying left and right, well all except for one. She was a little girl. caucasian face, blond hair, brown eyes, very small nose, wrinkled and crinkled hands, long nails, a pink sweater, and a long grey, slimy tail. She was a snail monster girl thing and she was beating on the force field trying to figure out why it wouldn’t break. It seemed the force field only reflects attacks of magic or weapon nature, not hand attacks. With no luck of breaking she looks past you to your right and points at the force field with a face of panic. You look over and find Queen Latifah stand right there, next to the field, close enough to be a part of the force field. With out much thought, she smiles, closes her eyes, puts her point and middle finger of both hands to the corresponding temple and kills your shield. IT’S ALL OVER FOR YOU! The monsters are lifting you up and carrying you away with Queen Latifah in the front leading the way. They’re going throw you in the big fire by the stairs. You’re panicking because you’re gonna die and you know it. Then you remember something you decided while in the force field, “If I get caught, I could always tell them who didn’t pay for table CD. That may be me being a rat but it also may save my life.” At that instance you yell to Latifah, “Please let me go! If you let me go I will tell you who didn’t pay for table CD.” “Oh really?”, she replies. “Yes!”, you say with much panic.
Then in a snap everything is going backwards. The monsters are carrying you back down to the room, Queen Latifah puts your force field back up, the monsters the field killed come back, you field disappears and the fish monster comes back, the monsters disappear and the two guys you say earlier in the night are in the first hallway while the girl and her sister’s heads are poked out of the vents. Then you find yourself propelling towards the stairs at home and flipping forward until everything freezes for two seconds and you’re stand on your two feet fine. Then you start falling and flipping backwards, your head hits the ground and you see little white balls with red vines and blue eyes; you’re losing your eyes. You see a hot pink tongue fly out to touch the salmon pink carpeted stairs. Then you flip back in your room and up into your bed…
Then I wake up. It was all a dream. I wonder what I have just gone through, and how I somehow took control of my dream and gave myself powers that I know very well I did not have before. It was all a dream… all a dream.