Sorry for any misspellings. I had just woken up when I typed this, for obvious reasons, and am to lazy to fix it. Sorry, enjoy.

I was at some sort of potluck/lunch party at a house on the end of the road. I was living on a different street from my own. We walked past some people I knew, some friends, and some family. Apparently this was my English teachers house. They were were serving sandwiches. Me and a couple other people didn't like the sandwiches. My English teacher said that those of us that didn't have food could go make us some in the kitchen in groups. I went out there with a girl that goes to my school. She was making something. We were talking about what was severed. Apparently there was bread with cinnamon sugar on it severed as an appetizer. We were talking amount how we would maje it and she said that if she were to make it she would add Nuttela. I decided that I would make it. I looked around for ingredients. For some reason I looked in the microwave. There was a cinnamon roll and something else that I can't quite remember. I had to get a chair to grab the cinnamon roll. I grabbed it and just looked at it and put it back. I put the chair back. I walked around for a bit more and the girl said something along the lines of if you want to wait until I am done in here then I'll be done quickly. I said no and started working. I grabbed a hot dog bun from a rack that was holding them and put it on the pan. I don't remember getting the cinnamon and sweetener out but I did. I put the cinnamon in a little mug. I then looked about trying to find the sugar but I gave up and used the sweetener. At this point someone older than my who I don't know cane in to check on us. She asked how we were doing. I told her about the sugar. It was at this point that I tried my mixture. It was good. The older girl went up the stairs behind us. I turned to my buns and at some point I must have turned on the burner because he flame was out to the side edges of the pan. I turned it off. I moved my bread around and tried to flip it. It tore. I got and new bread and for some reason remade my cinnamon mixture. I put the bun on the pan to cook it slightly. It was about here that I woke up. The sandwiches being servers were ham cheese lettuce and pickle sandwiches and ham cheese and mayonnaise sandwiches. The pan I used had been previously used for eggs so I washed it. I tried using my fingers to flip the bread at first but then got out a butter knife from the drawer theft to the stove I was using. The other girl in the with me was also at a stove. The house was up on a hill. I hooped on one foot the last little bit of the hill. I was the second person in the group that had accumulated from the people living on that street that went to the party thing. The girl in front of me also goes to my school.