Pervert Family and Metal Benders
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Im in a building that resembles a large indoor basketball court, only thats not what it is. Its a long rectangular building with one main room and very high ceilings. We are having a family reunion, my maternal Grandma's side of the family. Im sitting down expecting my Mom to arrive with all the family. Im pissed off, I don't like these people and Im pissed that my mom is actually participating in this reunion. She should dislike them more than I do.
They arrive and my Mom is acting so pleased to see them all. My Grandma's sisters come in and sit down near me. It seems the chairs are placed haphazardly, scattered about facing different directions. My chair is facing a huge aquarium. Ceiling to floor and the entire length of the building. Its not for fish, though. Its for people to swim in. My great-aunts chit chat and comment on people. I notice they are all small and skinny, not like how my grandma was.
There is a boy there who changes from being a child to my age. He's standing uncomfortably close to me invading my space. Ive had enough and stand up to leave and remember that I only have on a t-shirt, nothing else. Luckily its long enough to barely cover my butt. I kinda tug on the shirt, pulling it down as I walk away. The boy is trying to look under my shirt, making my blood boil. I give my Mom a look and she instantly understands. She helps me get out of the maze of scattered chairs and into the entry way of the building. She seems sorry this is happening to me. She tells me I can go upstairs, which to get there I have to climb a ladder. I start up the ladder only to realize that boy is directly below me. The little shit. I hate that kid. I give him a go to hell look and climb back down the ladder.
Im crying at this point and rummage through keys by the door. Im looking for my keys so I can get the hell out of here. But I remember that I didnt drive here. Screw it, I decide I'll take one of my family members keys. I grab a set of keys to a truck and head outside. I wander around outside for long enough that I suddenly have pants on. Im still pissed, though.
I hear a loud sound and see my sister Kelly and some other female in the old blue Firebird that my family used to own. It sounds horrible and the paint looks worse than it actually did the last time I saw it. Kelly is driving it around for fun. I can hear her hooting and hollering. I continue walking, the area is hilly and covered in soft dead grass. I don't have shoes on. I spot the truck Im looking for. Its an like an 80's model dually pickup, maroon with tan and white stripes. Its backed up to a wall on the top of a small hill. I start towards it. The ground is very spongy and its hard to walk on. It feels much like walking in snow or deep sand. I notice my sister Tanya is halfway between myself and the truck and she is crying and rubbing her legs. She says there are fire ants. I realize thats why the ground feels this way. We try and get to the truck but there is no safe place to step, everywhere are large fire ant beds. I see the one Tanya stepped in and there are millions of ants swarming the area. We give up and turn around to get off this huge ant bed.
I walk back to the building, still pissed off, and decide Im going to go upstairs and get in that human aquarium thing. Once Im there I get into the aquarium with all my clothes on and its like I can breath under the water. I quite enjoy being under this water, my family watching from the other side. They all know Im pissed off. I walk under the water, next to the glass and glare at my extended family and flip them off over and over again. I turn myself upside down and somehow walk upside down, my feet touching the surface of the water. I flip them off from this position as well.
Ive had enough of this and see an exit in the wall just above the surface of the water. I go up there and look through the exit, which is just a hole in the wall. There are two men in there at the other end of the room bending and breaking large sections of metal pipe and rods. Its like a sort of obstacle course where you have to bend and break various pieces of metal and once you get to the end you have to battle these two men and try to break the metal pieces they have before they do.
I enter the room feeling incredibly strong. I quickly and easily break all the pieces in the first part of the room and come to the two men at the end. They are sitting on the floor, each with their arms wrapped around one large thick piece of metal. They have a death grip on this thing. One of them is Frank Onzures, a guy my sister and I were friends with in school. He's a big guy. The other man is a small squirrely guy. Frank sees who I am and kinda laughs at me, I can tell he thinks I can't do this and to him its cute that I think I can.
I sit down in front of them and place my hands on the metal. We struggle with the piece but Im able to bend and break a section of it off by myself. It will be harder once the piece is smaller and I have to wrestle with them for it. They are impressed with my strength. We converse friendly while we struggle with the last small bit of metal. They are too strong and the piece is too small for me to get a good hold of with both of them already holding onto it. I feel proud of myself for what Ive already accomplished. I say "OK, you win, just teach me how to break this last piece." With their hands over mine they show me how to break this last small section of metal.
We all three exit the room and go outside. The big man is no longer Frank anymore, but a tall dark haired young man. We stand just outside the door and he makes a comment about how his dad will be so disappointed in him for letting a girl win. I look to my right and see the garage his dad works in. I know this family to be showmen, breaking twisting and bending metal, to entertain people. I remind the young man that I didnt actually win. He walks off towards the garage his father is in.
I step down from the concrete patio and into a patch of weeds and wildflowers. There are two other women there as well, maybe his sister and mother. (Or maybe my sisters.) I feel excited to know these people, humble that the young man helped me finish the piece of metal, and proud of myself for my strength.
The flowers below me are extraordinary. They all have a halo of light surrounding them. They are mostly yellow, pink, whites, creams, and peach colors. Some resemble butterflies. One of the women bend down to pick one and I tell her "No! Not those ones." Somehow the butterfly ones have a special significance and its taboo to pick them. Instead we pick ones that seem to have a little elve or fairy sitting in the center. At first I think its just an illusion of the flower, but as I pick one I realize the little creature in the center is alive. I stare in awe. Its a tiny little male fairy, the size of my thumb or smaller. He has dark hair, big cat like eyes, a big grin and elvish clothes. The woman next to me sees the little creature and calls him by name (forgotten now). He smiles up at us. He feels familiar, like someone from my childhood. I notice the flower must have miniscule thorns on its stem or perhaps some sort of poison as my hand is burning and itching.
