Heather gets suckered into narrating old dreams

I had a dream; it was probably in the seventh grade. I was with you, or Elizabeth; some family person. I had a whole series of family dreams around that time. But this one, we were outside; there was a giant grill--huge grill. Like probably, it would have been about ten stories tall, with a coal on top. A giant coal, you know, the size of a house. I think I was with Elizabeth, because I knew smething bad was going to happen because this peice of coal was going to fall off the grill and chase us, and it did. It did, and it was Dad, somehow. It chased us, and it was rolling after us and it was red hot. Then it turned into a bear, and it was still chasing us, and I woke up.

And it was Dad. But I really don't know why.

Then there was another dream. Different night. This one was really complicated. We were in England, our whole family was there and we were solving this mystery all together. It was the mystery--someone had stolen something--it was probably during the time that I was reading the whole Agatha Christie series that we had, all eighty of them. So, we, only remember the ending of it pretty clearly; I don't remember the middle circumstances. But I remember being in the attic of a house, and there was a dollhouse. And there were people outside that we were hiding from, shadowy people. But in the dollhouse, there were pearls, and I think that's what we were looking for. So then I remember we were on a flight going back to our home, back to the US, only the plane was set up the way trains are, so we had our own little cabin for our family. Our own little gray room in the plance. (Laughter from the transsciber.) This is an awful dream, just warning you. Um, so Dad's there, and we're all happy because we solved the mystery. And then, um, jeez, I don't want to finish it, but, he pulls out a gun and he shoots us. All of us. And then I wake up.

What does this say about me as a seventh grader?

Heather corrects use of term "lake" in Power Animals part 1

You know I spent a long time researching what is a lake and what is a pond. For a while I thought that it was just that a lake needed water running into and out of it. But no, it really is the size. Or possibly the depth. I forget, this was about fifteen years ago. Um, well, ours was a pond. Especially because it looked like a tennis court in summer. It was covered in algae, because it was only about three feet deep. Anywhere. Elizabeth and I would row in it too. And possibly because everyone put a lot of fertilizer on their giant lawns. Up at the north end of the pond we would run aground. Except if you got out you were up to your knees in sludge. It's hard to row in sludge.