Just a Dream

Last Thursday, after a really good dinner of pizza and hot dogs with French fries, I had a dream that I was being chased by a car. He was angry at me, and I didn’t know why. He had been chasing me for six miles, and I was starting to get tired of running. I was nearly back to Ripley by now, because he had stated chasing me back in Ravenswood. I didn’t know where to go, and worse, he was starting to catch up to me!

Closer and closer he came, only one car length behind me now. Wait, why am I in a car that is going fast, really fast? I looked around and figured out that I was in a racecar. How cool is this! I’m in my own racecar! I radioed my crew chief, who was actually my dad. “Hey, Dad, what are you doing here? This is amazing! Thanks for being my crew chief. I just wanted to check on three things. #1 Where are we? #2. What lap is this? And #3. What place am I in?” I yelled at the top of my lungs.

“To answer your first question, we are at Bristol Motor Speedway. To answer your second question, it is lap 495 or 500. Finally, to answer your last question, you are in second place, one second behind the leader,” Dad said over the headset that I was wearing.

“OK,” I said. “I can catch him if I go just a little faster. I went from 95 to 110 miles per hour. There we go. There is the white flag, which means that it is the last lap. I’m right behind him. We’re coming out of turn four. I’m right beside him now. I think I’m going to win!

“Dad, why did you have to wake me up?” I said in a very furious way.

“Well, sorry, but it is 9:00 in the morning! You’re missing school!” Dad yelled as he threw clothes at me.
    
“Well, I guess I am going to figure out who won the race tomorrow,” I said.