Supermarket: The Jurassic Park and Jaws Sequel

The labyrinth of shark tanks within the supermarket seemed never ending. The sharks within the tanks were looking at me mockingly, almost flaunting the fact that they knew how to swim and I didn’t. That or they wanted to eat me, but it’s probably the former.
However, this semi-more delightful theory was quickly disproven when one of the tanks in front of me shattered. A three-foot shark flopped onto the floor, slipping and sliding the same way a soap bar does after it has escaped your grasp in the shower. The shark, who as I reminisce on this tragic moment of death I have decided to name Floppy, refused to go alone. Perhaps he was anxious to cross the bridge into the afterlife by himself, so he opened his mouth and started chomping around for any nearby feet. My Mom and I expertly avoided his vicious bites, basically Irish dancing as he took his final breaths.
Seemingly unfazed by both the sudden burst of the tank and Floppy’s murderous tendencies, (is that not a terrible safety hazard dream me?) we continued towards the dress section. Despite this fact, there was something that bothered me: my family’s movie selection. My mother and sister hoped to watch a movie about a supermarket, where the people inside would have to fight terrible monsters in order to survive. I hadn’t seen a single trailer about this film, and yet my mind kept seeing little glimpses of what would occur in it. These little flashes filled me with one definitive truth: we had to leave the supermarket right that instant.
I followed after my mom, aunt, and sister, affirmatively saying, “We have to leave now.”
Unfortunately, I was silenced like a woman in the 1600s as they continued to just look at the dresses. I stood there, sympathizing silently with the struggles of my predecessors until my sister broke the silence and asked if she could go play roblox games in the arcade. My aunt and mother said yes, so I decided I could also just go off by myself.
I walked outside of the huge supermarket, only to realize that there were a ton of other kids and teenagers out there just waiting for their family members as well. As I was looking around confused, one of them, named Donna, approached me (yes, Donna Rubio, in case you know her). She asked me if I had also felt the immense urge to leave the supermarket and had tried to convince my family members to come with me and failed, to which I said yes.
As soon as the words left my lips (my dreams invented being cliché), black concrete walls and a door fell where the supermarket entrance used to be, encasing the entirety of the front of the building. Instantly we heard screams from the inside, the people inside were frantically trying to get the concrete doors to budge from the other side to no avail.
Several of the kids and I rushed to the other side of the building, trying to see if there were any other exits. Luckily, there was a singular side door. Two kids rushed out from the door and made it to where we were. Another teenager named Alexis (yes, Alexis Viveros, if you know her) tumbled after them. Just as she was about to reach us, however, a wall of black concrete rose from the dirt ground blocking her path and trapping her in.
Some of the kids alongside me tried calling the cops, only for their phones to instantly declare that there was no signal. (The supermarket also happened to be in the middle of nowhere… oddly convenient dream writer. o_o)
With nowhere to go, me and the rest of the kids camped outside the supermarket, with no option but to hear the distress of the people inside.
The following day when we woke up there was a purplish blue portal in front of the blocked entrance of the supermarket. From the portal came a robotic voice, which provided us with two facts. First, we could use the portal to enter and leave the supermarket, but only we, who had been outside since the beginning, could freely do so. Secondly, soon enough we would be able to watch what was going on inside.
The first day passed without any of us entering, too afraid of what could be going on inside. (OKAY BUT we’re so logical for that, like what were we supposed to do after the magical robotic portal voice told us we could go into the portal, go in? Absolutely not.)
By the second day, however, logic had subsided and two younger kids decided that they would go through the portal. In any book this would have been followed by one of the older kids doing the whole heroic speech of “no, I’ll go,” but I wasn’t about to do that, so I just waved them goodbye.
While the dream version of me did not get to know what was happening inside, fortunately for you, I as a spectator did, so let me inform you.
When the two kids walked through the portal, they were transported to the entrance of the supermarket. On the left of them, there were about five adults tied up to the wall using yellow duct tape, all of them still alive. There were also ripped yellow duct tape confines ripped along all the wall, implying that at one point everyone inside had been taped to the wall. The kids made a surprised noise as they looked around, and the adults instantly panicked and motioned for them not to make any noise.
From beyond one of the food shelves, there was a sudden rattle, seemingly as a result of hearing the kids. One of the adults hurriedly grabbed a random item from the floor, and threw it in the opposite direction of where they were, and the noise faded away.
Further away from that there was a giant metal structure, almost like a children’s playground. There were a multitude of people fighting 10-foot dinosaurs and sharks with exploding bowling balls. (YES the sharks were just swimming in the air.) One of the women of the group climbed onto the very top of the metal structure, and halted, confused and afraid by the sudden cloud of smoke that was building at the very top of the supermarket.
She started to squint her eyes, almost as if she could make something out within the smoke, when something flew by. The people below heard the noise and turned, on top of the metal structure was now just a body, blood seeping out of its neck, with the head belonging to it nowhere to be found. And flying around, there was a dragon.
BACK OUTSIDE, we were finally granted the ability to see what was going on inside. Instead of it popping up like a screen, we could see it in our minds, but it wasn’t people, it was four little avatars playing overcooked. The same robotic voice that had talked to us before announced that the game would go on until there was only one remaining, and in order to eliminate the players, there would be wolves waiting to eat the people as they tried to make the food. (For explanation we see avatars, but it’s actual people there fighting for their lives). Over the grueling course of an hour, as they tried to grab the lettuce or dice onions, the people were killed. Finally, when one remained the screen flashed, “Samantha Yepez Ramirez has survived.” (IT WAS MY SISTER FIGHTING FOR HER LIFE AND I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW IT.)
Following the game, a feeling reminiscent to the blaring sensation I had experienced the first day occurred again. Only this time it wasn’t telling me that I had to leave the supermarket, it was telling me that only two people out of the hundreds of people inside would survive. And my heart stopped, since there were three of my family members in there.
AND THEN I AWOKE, only to find out that my aunt had dreamt about being attacked by cows. I guess there was something about that random night in December that made the animal kingdom want to act up.