my dream of purple chewbacca's

I have been known to have weird dreams. 

The weirder the dream, the longer I remember it for.

In 7th grade, which was now like 9 years ago, I had one of my weirdest dreams of all time.

My school was attacked by a large group of purple Chewbaccas. 

Maybe this dream occurred due to my lifelong *Star Wars* obsession, but it did not start off that way. 

It started off super normal—for me....

It was just some weird twin dream where there was a girl (who was me) touring my school, but I was the only one able to notice that she was my doppelgänger, and I was immediately put off when she stole the last spot in the elevator with my friends. Then, at the lunch table, I soon found I was left all alone.

I watched as they slowly forgot about me and seemed to replace me with the wannabe version of me, who mimicked my way of speaking and was wearing an exact copy of my outfit I had worn just a few months back (a white fitted button-up, tucked into a navy ruffled tiered pointelle skirt, and a cable-knit navy cardigan over, paired with a hot pink tie and a matching headband, white tights, and navy ballet flats). It was just the right amount of incorrect uniform to be my outfit (which was me breaking the rules enough to be myself, but not enough to actually get in trouble). 

She was evil, and no good could come from this second entity that seemed to be me—or want to be me.

I was walking down the stairs alone, clearing my head when alarms started to sound, and my first thought was that they too had figured out that she was an imposter and were taking her away.

Just then, purple Chewbaccas carrying guns overtook the hallways.

Screams could be heard, but nothing was seen, yet I somehow knew they had started kidnapping everyone they saw. 

Luckily, me being in the stairway was used to my advantage, and I was able to escape fast to a safe floor that they had not reached and ran to my favorite teacher's room. 

She was crazy (my English teacher). She never stopped talking, and she spoke so fast, which made you anticipate the end of every sentence. One time, she took a kid’s shoe in exchange for borrowing a book so she knew they'd return it, and some people would call her mean, but she was the best teacher I ever had. 

She told me she also knew about the doppelgänger and the Chewbacca invasion and explained to me that I needed to help.

Taking on the role of strategy in our mission, we devised a plan to escape safety with as many people as possible and then separated in order to complete our task.

I carefully walked the stairs to each floor, and each one was vacant.

I feared that I would not be able to help and that I was now left even more alone than ever.

Finally, when I reached the top floor, I heard slight noises and started to search until I found *MY CRUSH* at the time, injured and unable to move. 

Now let me just say that this guy was like *two times* the size of me, and I totally never could have carried him in real life, BUTTTT THIS WAS A LITTLE GIRL'S DREAM.

And so, obviously, I ever so easily and carefully picked him up and carried him outside.

However, I was still somewhat subconsciously reasonable because when I reached the playground, I got tired and needed to take a break.

I placed him in the center of the ground and quickly realized the absence of his breath.

My heart dropped, and I realized just how unsuccessful I had been! Not only had I failed to rescue anyone but him, but then he died under my watch in my arms.

I just remember feeling so stupid and also so mad at myself.

I started to regret all our interaction and all the moments I could have told him how I felt.

One thing led to another, and I decided to kiss him goodbye, which would have been his first and only kiss.

In my delusional little mind, I also decided that this would be my first and only kiss, as I felt I would never have the strength to go on after losing my lover in battle (lol, I am so fucking ridiculous).

Nonetheless, I kissed him. I remember a light purple light beaming from us, and just like that, he rose from the dead.

He was so happy to see me and had explained to me that he saw my doppelgänger early that day, and at first glance, thought it was me but realized it was not because, and I quote, "You would never wear the same outfit twice."

My heart actually exploded, and never had I felt more understood, and decided that he had to be the love of my life because not only did he know me so well, but he also remembered my outfit!!!!!

We decided to be together, and I told him about how everyone was kidnapped and how I felt so bad that I couldn't help anyone.

He explained to me that his dad worked with people who had worked with these purple Chewbaccas before and knew where their base was located and that he didn’t want me to feel sad and would help me return everyone safely.

Then we left, hand in hand, to rescue everyone. 

After this, my dream kept going but completely changed, and I ended up as a panda trying to hide from hunters in a bamboo forest. 

Conclusion:

I was delusional.  

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I had too many plot lines.