"Okay, LeShawna. You hold the rope while I get the spoon." LeShawna looked around. The walls, the ceiling, the floor... gray. The furniture, gray. The bars – wait, what? LeShawna glanced down at her clothes. Stripes? Normally, LeShawna never wore stripes. Especially not black and white ones.

Then it hit her. She looked at the boy on her right – Duncan, clad in matching clothes.

"What?" She asked. "Why am I in here? With you, no less." Duncan frowned and rolled his eyes.

"We blew up Chef's kitchen on the island, remember?" Duncan said. He reached under one of the beds and retrieved a plastic spoon.

"Oh, right. I mean, what?" Duncan, who was too busy hitting the floor with his little spoon, ignored her. "I mean, it wouldn't surprise me if it was just you here, but me? I never blew up the kitchen! I didn't do anything!"

"Well, obviously you did." Duncan said. He smiled mischievously when he made a dent in the floor.

"What are you doin', anyway?" LeShawna asked. Duncan kept smacking the floor. He glanced over his shoulder.

"Seriously? You paid no attention?" Duncan scoffed. LeShawna rolled up her sleeves.

"Oh... Don't you get started with me, white boy!" She said, raising her fist. Duncan held up his spoon defensively.

"Jeeze, calm down. I'm trying to dig our way out of here and you were supposed to get the guards."

"Get the guards?"

"Yeah. You know, like tie 'em up and stuff." He made what LeShawna guessed were tying up motions with his hands.

LeShawna shook her head. "This is not happening." First, she's wearing atrocious clothes. Now she's breaking out of jail? She didn't remember any of this happening! Heck, she didn't even remember waking up that morning.

"Well, Ghetto," Duncan said. LeShawna frowned. "It's happening." he smiled and took a step back. There, in front of him, was a hole about four feet wide and deeper than a well.

"That was fast," LeShawna said. Nothing was making any sense at all today.

"I've done this before." Duncan rolled up his sleeves. "Forget about tying up the cops. We're home free!" He jumped in the hole and screamed. LeShawna looked over the edge and shrugged. She took a step back and jumped in.

-.-.-

LeShawna, surprisingly, had a soft landing. She soon realized that she was on Duncan.

"Get off me, you cow!" Duncan wheezed.

"Yeah, yeah." She kicked Duncan in the ribs before she finally got up. She did a quick scan of the area. Green grass, azure skies, fluffy white clouds.

"Where the hell are we?" Duncan asked, brushing off his pants. He wandered over to a cherry tree.

"Hey, you dug the hole. You should know." LeShawna pointed out. Duncan glared at her and picked some cherries. "But it ain't that bad here." A little bird flew overhead, singing a song.

"It's too happy for me." Duncan said. He popped a few cherries in his mouth.

"Got any ideas on how we can get out of here?" LeShawna watched a rabbit with a top hat hop by.

"We could ask him," Duncan pointed at the rabbit. LeShawna shrugged.

"I guess things can't get any weirder."

-.-.-

"Hey, Mr. Rabbit! Hey! Wait up!" Duncan called. The two were chasing the rabbit down a path, into a small wooded area. The rabbit stopped and took off its hat. It set it on the ground and gently dusted it off with its paw.

"Hello, good sir," The rabbit bowed. "And I might inform you that I am not a Mr."

"Sorry, ma'am." Duncan rolled his eyes. The rabbit picked up her hat and plopped it back on her head.

"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Samantha Marie Louise Sanderson, of the elite Sanderson family, and I-"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm Duncan, that's LeShawna. Nice to meet you, blah blah blah. Now, tell us how we can get out of this place."

Samantha Marie Louise Sanderson laughed and shook her little white head. "Oh, silly little boy. Once you enter this place..." She tipped her hat and barred her teeth. "There is no leaving." She lunged for Duncan's face and started to claw at his head. He screamed bloody murder. LeShawna started to scream too. She started running, trying to escape. This is not happening, this is not happening! LeShawna shook her head. She kept running until she tripped over a tree root. LeShawna looked up. There, staring back at her, were hundreds – maybe thousands – of little white bunnies, probably Samantha Marie Louise Sanderson's siblings. They all tipped their hats and jumped on LeShawna.

-.-.-

"Ahhh!" LeShawna screamed. Gwen and Lindsay gave her a weird look.

"What happened to you?" Gwen asked, raising an eyebrow. LeShawna looked around – she was back in the Gopher cabin, safe and sound – well, as safe as you could get at Camp Wawanakwa. She breathed a sigh of relief.

"Nothing. Just tell DJ to keep Bunny away from me."

-.-.-

I know, I suck. Really. It's been what, two years? I'm going to be surprised if people still read this. I have nothing to say for myself, really. Lack of time, writer's block, the fact I really didn't want to do this anymore... My most popular story has been neglected for far too long! Today I stayed home sick, and I got this wonderful idea that just screamed LeShawna's nightmare to me. Gee, I think weird stuff when I'm sick. Anyway, I really need to get back on track with this. I kind of want to rewrite the first eight chapters, because a sucky twelve year old me did those. It's kind of embarrassing looking back now, but hey. You're not a pro the first time you write something. Anyway, here's LeShawna's dream! I guess it didn't focus too much on her, but hey. She's in it. XD Hope you enjoyed it!

If any of you are Harvest Moon fans, check out my Bo/Luna fic, Axes and Thread! (which also needs to be updated OTL)

And before you guys ask, no, I'm not doing one for Sierra or that other guy. I didn't like TDA/TDWT AT ALL. XD Don't worry, Chef and Chris get one tho!

Enough rambling XD R&R!