STORY TIME
Cara had another weird dream.

I was back in high school and in a class that was supposed to help you escape all sorts of dangers. I guess the current lesson was escaping dinosaurs. 
As usual, I wasn't participating in class, and instead I was reading a book, not sure which one, and they were trying to hand me papers to fill out, while mumbling to themselves about how I was going to fuck everything up because I couldn't pay attention. 
-only, the tests were individual, so what the fuck do they care.

So anyway. for the test I was in my late grandmother's old house. A lovely home with three bedrooms upstairs and one downstairs, and it was resting on a steep hill so you enter on the first floor, then can walk out from the basement on level ground. [It had a great view of the valley <3]
Point of the test was to not die in the house. 

So they unleash the raptors and I go try to hide. Issue is, my gramma had a shit tone of glass doors and windows. So fuck that shit. I ran down to the basement, poured gasoline everywhere, as well as on myself, and I hide in this tiny little work room my very late grandpa used to use for building. No windows. One door that looks like part of the wall. Like a saferoom. 

So I pass that part.
Now I gotta get from the house to the rest of the class without being eaten by the t-rex. Everyone's got to run down the high way to this gate to get out. 
only, i cheat, walk across the highway, and climb the fence. 
u_u

but i survived.