by Brittany Bland

I woke up this morning with fright because to my dismay a forest had grown in my room. In front of me a great oak tree with a door in the center of it stood. I figured what the heck I have nothing better to do today (especially since Luke is bound to still be sleeping) and opened the door. It was ... what you can imagine being inside a tree feels like —  MISERABLE. As I forced my way through the rings of splinters and sticky sap, I lost my footing and slipped. I fell for what seemed like ages. If only, "Never venture into a strange oak tree that appears in your room," was on Linda's (Kesler) list of things not to do in London above talking on the tube.

I suddenly crashed into what I could only assume was a bush. After I wrestled myself free and stood up, I was happy because I had indeed fallen into a bush. I was good to know that through it all the forest, the tree, and the fall I could still recognize familiar objects. I started walking and heard a howl from behind me. I turned around and saw a rather large wolf. He said or she, you really can't be too certain these days, "Welcome to Blandotopia, my name is Greg and I'm going to eat you now." Well that just will not do I thought, for who will wake up Luke if I don't get back to London. I ran away, but tripped on something hard in the ground. It was a sword. I pick it up and faced the wolf. But the wolf was accompanied by a dragon, a giant, and an amorphous blob. The battle lasted ten days. Ten days of fire scorching me, being tossed around by a giant, getting the blob's ooze on my new shoes, and the wolf's hair in my mouth. As dawn broke on the tenth day it was I who was the victor. A nearby gnome (whose assistance would have been greatly appreciated earlier, but whatever) declared that he had seen the whole thing (once again help would have been nice). He showed me to the castle of Blandotopia where I was to be named Queen for my heroism. I did not immediately accept, but the gnome said "well who else, I mean you're freaking name is in the title of our world BLANDOtopia." "Well when you put it that way," I said, "I accept."

I ruled for a thousand years and when I had had adventures and triumphs galore, I decided to go back to London. I crawled back through the tree I had come through so many years ago to find that not a minute had gone by while I was gone. I woke up Luke and began our day off in London.
I have the funniest dreams sometimes.