more rides

I don't even really like rides at carnivals and stuff. I don't know why the hell I'm always dreaming about them.

All I remember is the very end of this dream. I was with some girl who was about 12, and a real brat. I think she was supposed to be my little cousin who I was taking around the carnival. She had a huge bag of Halloween style hershey's kisses with almonds. The ones wrapped in orange foil. We got on a ride that was basically a ferris wheel, but instead of hanging seats that stayed upright, the seats were solid and went upside down as the wheel spun. There was no way to strap in at all, the only way to keep yourself in the seat was to push yourself downward into the seat using a bar that was above your head. I distinctly remember the sensation of doing this, and it was about all the arm strength I could muster not to just fly out of the chair while the ride was moving. I just couldn't figure out what I was doing wrong, because it was clear this ride would have already killed people, especially 12-year-olds, who lacked the arm strength to keep themselves safe. It was pretty much like sitting on a bench that would just fly through the air.

After the ride we joined pretty much my entire family at a long table for breakfast, which was a bunch of delicious looking pastries. My bratty cousin stopped at the prize counter to exchange some tickets for crappy stickers or whatever and I was happy to leave her there.