I had a dream really morbid dream last night. I went to Orlando for my 16th birthday, even though I would never because it's too hot. I went on a new Jungle Book-themed ride and somehow I fell out of the chair because I couldn't get my seat belt on fast enough so I had to jump off before it went out of the loading space, and got stuck in the ride's "loading elevator". Somehow a cushion fell on top of it and I was trapped in there. I tried screaming and yelling and pounding on the walls for what felt like forever, but no one could hear me. After being in there for long enough for the air to start running out and for me to get light-headed, I realized I had my phone in my pocket and it had been on 42% the last time I checked. So I pulled it out of my pocket only now it only had 1%. So I frantically texted my mom and prayed that Sprint would send the message and that my description wasn't too vague for them to find me. But I didn't know if they were coming or not since my phone died before I could get a response from them. While I waited the air started to get less breathable, so in desperation I tried to find another way out. I found purchase at the place where the cushion met the walls and was able to hoist myself up on it, and then the cushion fell away. Right as I escaped my parents showed up and started crying. Then they got mad since they said I didn't try to do that or text them from the beginning and accused me of having a death wish. I was too dazed to say anything. Then for some reason I went on the ride for real and after that we went to a gift shop that looked familiar to me for some reason and I conned the shop owner into giving me a discount on the mockingjay pin from Catching Fire. And I tried to convince my parents to drive me to the city where we used to live but my mom didn't want to since she doesn't like seeing her in-laws but she didn't say no since she felt bad about the whole me-almost-dying thing.