One of My Weirder Dreams

I was at my elementary school and in the middle of one of the central causeways was a comically large wagon full of clothes, I took a brown cloak and put it on. The sun started to set, and a giant storm grumbled in the west, giving off a neon orange light like fire. Two demons, that looked like the two demons from Disney’s Hercules, flew down from this storm and started speaking at me, I couldn’t understand what they were saying but I knew they were insulting me, so I started running downhill toward home in the east.

As I was halfway down the hill, a giant volcano erupted in the distance in front of me and darkened all of the sky except for the horizon, which remained golden as it held the sun lying in the east at sundown. Once it finished spewing fire and smoke into the sky, a giant woman made of clay tore herself from the ground to the left of me. I ran faster than the wind could carry and emerged into an intersection closed off by wooden fences and I was suddenly joined by my brother.

We hurried to one of those fences and pushed our way through, we heard a spring behind us and saw a clown with a menacing grin jumping ten feet in the air on a pogo stick after us. We raced away passing through the houses and yards and fences, hoping that would stop him. He pogoed over each fence, slowly catching up to us. We ran and ran and ran.

Then I woke up, perfectly fine.