I had a weird dream just now. Thought I'd write it down before I forget it.
I had walked out on my family who were being blockheads, and made a stroll through town. Just walking on my own I kept thinking things like ~I wonder how good the view from the taller buildings are and if I maybe could go up and ask if I could come visit and see for just a moment, despite not living or knowing anybody~. I eventually came to walk under a bridge. I hadn't paid much attention and accidentally bumped into a girl some years older than me. I managed to anger her and she chased me, so I ran into the public yelling that I was being chased so she wouldn't be able to capture me. Once out from under the bridge people looked at me, but as she approached I just brushed it off as me being silly so she wouldn't get in trouble. People shrug it off, and we both just stood there for a while before walking down the road together. I don't really remember what we were talking about at this point, all I remember was someone next to us dropping an ice cream cone, breaking in her hand as she was walking. I ran up to her and quickly picked up a big piece of the cone that had landed relatively well and asked her if she wanted it. She shrugged it off and said no, to which I replied "good, since it keeps falling apart". I threw it away and me and my new found slightly older friend kept walking. We approached a newly opened bookstore, and the last thing I remember of the dream was entering, and talking to a nice shop-clerk asking for, I think, Astrid Lindgren books. I also remember my friend telling me that all her best friends were twelve-year-olds when she met them, though they were all sixteen by now. Which I thought was a weird way to put it since she was about 16.