18 December, 2018

My team and I were building rockets out of rolled paper and propellant. We were going to launch them from different loctions in order to determine the best spot to launch a rocket from. When my turn came up, I had completely forgotten my desired location and had to do extensive googling. Finally, I found a conservation area in Kentucky with a cave.

Once we reached sufficient cave depth and found a small opening, we stuffed the rocket in the small ceiling opening and set it off. It blasted away some rock and made it into the sky.

Most of my team went home, but I stayed due to the history of the area and a nearby band concert. I first went to the band concert, and found Nicole running around with her theater people. After the concert finished, we started walking a trail.

I found the small hole where we launched rockets out of and pulled a small piece of mineral out, a hand sample, really. It was a pinkish translucent piece with some irridescence. Very interesting optical properties, I thought. We continued down the trail.

Somehow I lost Nicole in a dark part of the forest near a really old cemetery -- it seemed as if this area used to be civilized hundreds of years ago. I stepped onto a bridge over a creek and found Dana the clarinet's little sister who I played with at A-band the day before. We wondered where the others were, when we heard some crackling and saw that the bridge was being burnt. As we tried to get to the band, we fell in the creek screaming and then swam back up under the bridge. We heard laughing and footsteps as Nicole and someone else walked onto the bridge and floated downstream on its remains, back to Castleman Hall.

When Nicole and her crony went inside, we followed without them knowing we were alive. Once we were satisfied they thought we were dead, my bass clarinet comrade went home and I went back to my geology class.

There, I found that some guy had stolen my bag of Doritos and followed him around, finally convincing him to give them back.