What Was Going On?

I feel like I need to write something. Ever had that feeling? Just that there is something that I need to do. Something that has to be done soon.
and if it is not, something terrible could happen.

She ran down the stiars wishing they would fall away. Her hopes were granted and she landed on a soft pillow like cloud that came from the water. Nothing made sense, things were happeneing to fast. What was she doing here? what was her name? Everything she thought of happened, even the tiny things like a spark plug turning into a bug. Wierd how could this be. He fell next to here rubbing against her arm, she shyed away, there were no boys in her thoughts, what could be going on. She needed to get to the end, how did she get there? Nothing made sense. He stood up and pointed with his eyes, glowing green. She started and drew back running into a wall made of toothpicks. She ran to the hall , rran down the stiars, never wanted to turn back. What did she think was going on? it was too hot,. she felt the sweat drip off of her, she began to drip, into a puddle, a colorful puddle, she moved t hast way, making waves and minature hurricanes. She saw a door, she opened it and a rabbit popped out, nothing to make your day like a hairless rabbit. She began to grow, now into a tree, but she could move, like the walking talking trees from books. She walked and a bird flew, then to an animal all different kinds. it did not matter which animal just lot so f thme. she walked farther down the road and then saw a munchkin. he said hello then she began to fly, nothing like this had ever happened before. what was going on? She flew ad landed in a readl cloud, she closed her eyes and bowed her head wanting nothing more than to sleep her fingers typed away not really aking sense of anything misspelling no punctuation wanting saturday to come maybe halfway would be nice. What was happeneing. she neede3d to sleep but her fingers refused to cooperatte there was something that she needed to do.s he wastoo keeyed up to sleepe but then why did it seem so easy. showering was such a paoin.

wow... now you know how my brain works... kinda.