Floating Island dream

when I was little, i lived on this floating island. It was windy and dry, like a little desert about a quarter mile across. It looked like a jagged upside-down cone sitting in the sky above a bay on the coast of Oregon.

I went there again recently. they'd put in a highway overpass that led in, even though nobody visited anymore. when we left, they hollowed out the bottom and put an expensive garage for rich people to store their cars. It's safe because no one ever went there. So safe, the keys for all these cars were stored on a little rack on each level. While I was exploring this garage, car thieves showed up and started breaking into cars! I couldn't get into one, as even with the keys the chirping of the alarm would alert the thieves to my presence. I was able to find a place to hide as the thieves took a car, and then took a small electric go-cart type thing to escape myself.

I came back later, and met a group of resistance fighters who lived on the top levels of the island's underground area. It was more like a hand-dug basement than the parking garage below, and they were scavenging parts from the cars below to fund their war on the surface dwellers. I joined them as a reluctant volunteer - they wouldn't let me leave alive if I hadn't. I became friends with group, which was felt more like a family. There were only 3 of them, a crazy leader, and a young girl and boy who followed him because they had nothing else. While scavenging the cars, I found some awesome Yu-Gi-Oh cards and added them to my collection. I returned to the surface to sell them, and also return some cans for the cause.

When I came back, it was as a spy. I tried my best to talk the leader out of his war on the surface world. I led him to the top of the island, to the small desert plain I'd lived as a child. I showed him the remnants of my home - the walls had long since eroded, but surrounding our old fire pit there were two stone chairs and a thick wooden table (suspended somehow on only two stout legs on one side). While up there, I explained that he could live on this island in peace, away from the surface dwellers he hated so much. He could build a windmill to power car batteries from the garage, and live off the energy generated by the fierce wind. But when he realized I'd been a spy and was trying to talk him out of his mission, he ran down into the garage levels.

The leader was insane with rage, and started taking gas cans and pouring them everywhere. Before I could stop him, he lit the gasoline and started a huge fire. I ran up to the underground levels, where the crude living quarters were, and tried to get the young girl and boy to safety. It was too late! We braced ourselves against the doorway as the floating island came crashing to the ground!

When we came to, the floating island had landed roughly a half-mile out into the ocean. I led the young girl and boy, and the humbled leader, to the surface of the island, where we could see the beauty of the surface world. Their were fish in the ocean, so many that the three could live their whole lives here without depending on those they hated. I stayed and became their new leader, claiming the island as my birthright (my parents had never wold the island, they'd just moved away because it had become too unstable.)