Softball and tornadoes that morph into people I know

I was playing softball on my high school field but I was playing first base and M.R. was third base. I made one diving play to my right and tossed the ball to our second baseman, but then the next two batters hit balls that were just out of my reach down the first base line. There were runners on first and second now, and the next batter hit a dribbler right to the pitcher. She ran forward and grabbed the ball, but her throw pulled me off the base. The runner scored from second and I gunned the ball - off-balance - over to third to try to get the runner out, but my momentum fro the pitcher's throw caused me to throw the ball to third more toward home and M.R. went to grab the ball as the runner rounded third. The runner plowed into her, shoving her into the third base fence. Somehow I had the ball again so I threw it home but my throw was off to the left and although the catcher caught it and put the tag on, the runner was called safe.

I was leaving the field to go to a frat party with some friends in my mom's Porsche. I parked the car and went into a building to change into my jeans but when I came out, I saw a huge red tornado forming in the distance. I started freaking out and tried to get to my car, but one of the valets had moved it to make room for everyone else. There were a lot of boys from my high school on the party grounds (there was going to be a bonfire so people were milling about outside) and I tried to tell them that a tornado was coming, but they just told me it wouldn't touch down and to chill out. As I was trying to get back to my car, I ran into J.C. and her dog, I told her that she should leave because of the tornado and she was the only one who believed me. She said she'd meet me at my house as soon as she could get her car. I finally got to the Porsche and I backed out of my spot, only to head to the airport to pick up my parents and M.R. and someone else. I took them to the closet house, which was a sorority house apparently, and we all went to the basement. J.C.'s dog came bounding down the steps but J.C. wasn't there so I was confused. I went everywhere in the basement and first level looking for her, but she wasn't there. So I took the dog, my parents, M.R. and the other person upstairs to peek outside to see just how bad the tornado was, and it was almost right upon us. It was this enormous red twister and I started to get hysterical because I was convinced that we all were going to die. We ran back downstairs, passing some field hockey gear stacked in the corner, and out the basement to get into the minivan that someone owned. My dad drove us down this winding road along a hill; there was hairpin turn after hairpin turn. I urged him to drive faster because now the tornado had split into three smaller ones but it seemed like the twisters were following us. Finally we got to our house and we all ran inside. I sprinted downstairs and opened the garage door to try to take pictures of the twisters; my camera was upstairs in my room so my phone camera would have to suffice. I took one blurry picture of the now eight twisters before I realized that they were heading straight for my house. To the left of my driveway where the garage is, instead of my backyard, there was a giant cliff the tornadoes headed there and I now was taking video of this weirdness. They all paused at the edge of the cliff and turned into the UR men's basketball team. I was stunned - this was some Greek mythological crap or something - and switched my camera back to pictures. I took a picture just as they all jumped off the cliff and I sprinted towards the basement door and tried to slam it shut but I wasn't fast enough. They were able to prop the door open and I started demanding to know what they wanted from me. It turned out that some of them were just after a good time and I convinced those ones not to ruin my home and kill us because I was always supportive of their team and helped them out in class. They agreed and spun out of my garage, morphed back into twisters and twisted away. The remaining guys still were clamoring to get inside - it was two boys from high school, P.S. and T.M. I turned to T.M. and told him that I went to all the football and baseball games so why would he do this to me? What did he want from me? I told him I'd go to his lacrosse games, too, and he reluctantly agreed that that would be enough for him, so he twisted out of the garage, morphed, and went on his way. The last guy, P.S. was harder to convince. He didn't play any sports so I had to appeal to his human side - I reminded him that we'd known each other since kindergarten and how could he try to ruin this house, this family, ME, when he knew that I'd been nothing but a good person. He tried to pinch my left side to get me to move but I refused, even though it really hurt. I kept pleading with him and finally, I said something he agreed with so he sighed and agreed to go away. He backed up slowly, watching me as he morphed back into his tornado form, and twisted out my garage and up my driveway. I slammed the door behind me and ran out of my garage to watch them all twist away; it was a terrifying sight to see all the trees and cars turned around, messed up because of the tornadoes, but it was even scarier to see them on the horizon, presumably going after someone else. I went back inside and told my family that ever thing was going to be ok. J.C. showed up then and I told her everything was fine, so she took her dog and left.

Three scenes

I got into a fight with my dad and so I went to a bar near my college to meet with my friends while my parents went to see Louis Black perform nearby. I got really drunk because I was so mad at my dad. I wound up talking to a guy who told me about this chocolate shop that if you pointed to the sign above the door, someone across teh street would take a picture of you doing so and post it to their website; this was something that was known about only via word-of-mouth. I walked to the chocolate shop with him and pulled out an index card and a red pen to write a note to hold up in front of the sign for my picture, but I was still drunk so I couldn't spell "Happy birthday ____" (can't remember whose birthday we were celebrating).

I had bought four lipsticks and a new make-up set and I was trying on each color on my lips to match my eyeshadow because I was going to meet with my brother and his friends (N.C., N.S. and D.G.) for breakfast. I put one of each of the four colors on my lips, from the middle to the left corner, middle to the right corner on both the top and bottom to see which I liked best. Two of the kinds went on bright green or blue then faded to the deep pink/mauve/red shades. I settled on one of the styles of lipsticks and walked over to the breakfast restaurant and sat at the table w/my bro and his buddies.

Then, all of a sudden I was swimming in the ocean with a few guys from high school that I used to be friends with. One of them was flirting heavily with me and I wasn't certain if he was being serious or if he was just toying with me. He reached out to my bathing suit top as if he was going to try to take it off so I flinched, and he looked at me strangely as he fixed one of the straps, and I was embarrassed that I'd assumed he'd be so lecherous.