Here we go with the next episode, which is a flashback of 'Gerald Moves Out'... sort of! Anyway, enjoy!

Inside the hall of dreams, I decided to make an early visit to my mystery voice as I knocked on the door. As usual, he or she didn't open the door, but I did hear laughing on the other side. "What a riot!"

"Hello, Deep Voice?" I asked as I knocked on the door.

"Huh? Can it wait a minute?" Deep Voice said before resuming to laugh. "Man, those kids' dreams are so funny!"

I heard something switch off before Deep Voice said in an angry voice. "What is it, princess? I have a lot to do!"

"Behind that door, which you never seem to let me inside?" I asked.

"Yeah. A lot." Deep Voice said in a sarcastic voice.

"Well, I just wanted to ask you something, about some dreams." I asked. "Do they often predict the future?"

"It depends on what you mean by 'future'." Deep Voice said.

"Well, sometimes they're made up, sometimes, I hear people have prophetic dreams. I don't know why I keep thinking it... maybe it was during my time at the Biosquare experiment back in third grade." I said. "I dreamt that me and Arnold were ants, and from outside the glass, I saw Arnold the human conversing with someone... who wasn't me."

"Did you get a glimpse of her?" Deep Voice asked, in a concerned voice.

"No, I didn't quite make it out." I sighed. "Her voice was a little fuzzy, and I only caught a bit of blonde hair, but I was so small!"

"Hmmmm..." Deep Voice seemed to be in thought. "Well, while some dreams can be true in some cases, sometimes dreams can be pretty false."

"Anyway, I'm just asking because... I want to know... did you place that dream there?" I asked.

"Maybe..." Deep Voice said in an amused tone.

I sighed. "You really don't help me a lot, do you know that?"

"Anyway, I've sometimes created a few scenarios... not just for you... some other people too... heck, I can make some interesting scenarios for someone like say... Phoebe..." Deep Voice said as a television screen appeared next to me. "Watch!"

I nodded as I turned towards the screen as it turned on.

On it, I saw Phoebe wearing a conductor's uniform as she was wielding a conductor's stick and conducting what seemed to be a band in the background as she seemed to be surrounded by stars and the planets, playing "Beethoven's 5th Symphony".

"Aw, how cute!" I smiled. "Phoebe's dreaming of conducting her band whilst in space!"

"Yeah... adorable..." Deep Voice chuckled. "Let's mess with her!"

All of a sudden, I heard the music starting to turn into a jazzy tune as I saw... myself coming in, dressed up in my glasses and a Benny Goodman uniform, waving my own conducting stick. Phoebe stopped as I was now conducting the band with my own style. I couldn't help but chuckle at seeing myself doing this. Phoebe wasn't amused as she angrily kicked me off the stage and continued conducting the band, slowing it back to Beethoven's 5th Symphony. But the other me was coming back, now wearing a marching band outfit, playing a saxophone right behind her as Phoebe seemed irritated. The me in Phoebe's dream then came back crashing some cymbals (in my regular clothing) as Phoebe glaring at me. Phoebe then held up her conducting stick as it now turned into a lightsaber. I then jumped in with my own lightsaber as we started duking it out.

I laughed as the TV disappeared. "That was so good! Of course, Phoebe's going to be a little mad at me later..."

"Well, I try..." Deep Voice said.

"Seriously, though, we shouldn't mess with her dreams..." I said.

"Yeah..." Deep Voice said. "I like messing with her once in a while, but not too much..."

I sense a moment of sadness within Deep Voice's voice before he or she recovered. "Well, at least it's all well and good. Anyway, dreams can often predict futures or be completely wrong. It depends on what goes on, really."

"Any other examples?" I asked Deep Voice in curiosity.

"Oh well, there was Gerald's dream that inspired him to move out of his parents' house in July." Deep Voice explained. "I can quickly show you that day."

"Hmmm..." I paused. "I'm actually curious. Let me see it."

"Very well." Deep Voice said as the television appeared next to me. "Watch to your heart's content."

And so I did. It was at that time I learned about how Gerald had a bit of a problem with his family and decided to move into Arnold's boarding house (since Mr. Smith wasn't there anymore, there was an available room), and Gerald stayed there for a couple of days before realizing apartment life wasn't all that was cut out to be. But he wanted to be cool in front of his parents, saying he can take care of himself, but his parents (along with his siblings) did miss him and each other.

"Wow..." I said as I watched the tearful reunion of Gerald and his family.

As the TV disappeared, Deep Voice said, "You get the idea, though. Sometimes, dreams can lead to good things, and sometimes, they lead to bad things. They can be based on real life events... and sometimes, false events, that may or may not likely be true. You see?"

"Oh, I see." I nodded. "I just wanted to know. Interesting look on the dreams, if I say so myself."

"All right, if that's it, I'm going to send you back to your dream." Deep Voice said.

"Arnold." I quickly said.

"Thought you'd say that. Oh, one more thing before you go. Sometime during the weekend, I want you to read Emily Dickinson's poem, the one where it goes 'Hear your name like a bell'."

I blinked in confusion. "Why?"

"Trust me, you're going to need it." Deep Voice said.

"Can't you just tell me now?" I said, but I was already disappearing back into another dream. I didn't exactly get what I wanted, but at least I enjoyed a good Arnold dream afterwards.

After I woke up the next morning, I yawned as I sighed, muttering to myself. Why on earth does Deep Voice want me to read Emily Dickinson? I don't get it...

I shook my head a bit. I'll do it on the weekend, like Deep Voice said.

I yawned as I got up and went to my bookcase. As I was looking around for a James Bond book I wanted to take with me, I couldn't help but notice my old diary from when I was six nearby. I smiled as I reached in and pulled it out. I looked at some of the pages, the times I had when Phoebe, Nadine and I hung out, the times Arnold and I played together, it all brought good memories. Though there was something odd...

For some reason, whenever I opened up this book, I couldn't but notice the first few pages were stapled together. I couldn't remember why I did it back then. Maybe it was my kid instinct taking over, maybe I wrote some embarrassing secrets on there... lord knows how many secrets I kept.

I was half tempted to take those staples off, but I didn't want to risk pricking my finger. So, I decided to close up my diary and put it away, saving it for another day.

"Honey, breakfast!" I heard my mom call.

"Coming, mother!" I called as I started to get ready for today.

I was waiting near the bus stop as it stopped. I nodded as I put my bus fare in, as usual, ignoring Caroline's attempts to try and get me to join her and her gang as I sat with Nadine and Phoebe.

"Hey, girls." I smiled. I noticed Phoebe glaring at me a little at first.

But then she smiled as she said, "Morning, Rhonda!"

"Hey, Rhonda!" Nadine smiled.

"Good news, Rhonda!" Phoebe smiled. "I think I may be in nomination for the citizens of the month!"

"You're always nominated for that." I said. "What makes this time any different?"

"Well, while you two were busy with your fashion and bugs..." Phoebe smirked.

"We don't do that all the time, you know." Nadine rolled her eyes.

"I was busy writing and researching on how helping citizens in the neighborhood is a good cause for good behavior!" Phoebe smiled.

"So you helped some people at a grocery store and wrote a report on it. Big deal, Phoebe." I rolled my eyes.

"It is a big deal." Phoebe gave a smile. "Don't worry, girls, I'm sure if you work hard, you'll be able to attain the same success and see the world through my eyes!"

"Says the girl who doesn't believe every legend told!" Nadine rolled her eyes.

Me and Nadine laughed as Phoebe glared at us. Phoebe said, "Ha ha ha. Laugh now, but you'll regret messing with the best!"

"Oh come on, Phoebe. We're just messing." I said as I ruffled up Phoebe's hair. "You know we think you're the best girl we could ever have in our group. Say it."

Phoebe laughed. "Okay, I'm the best girl in the group."

"Great!" I smiled. "Come on, we're pulling up at the school!"

And with that, the bus came over to our school as the students left the bus, ready for another day in school, hoping for a weekend getaway!

That's the seventy-fifth episode! How do you like it? Anyway, read, review, criticize and suggest, folks!