carnies

the very end of my dream last night involved me being on a carnival ride...it was the kind that is just the swings. i sat in a swing and started pumping my legs but the carnie just started yelling at all of us, telling us that we were being too rowdy, and we had to calm down. that this was a peaceful, quiet ride. and made us all stand up and hold onto the overhead loops (like the kind they have on the bus or subway to hang onto) and walk in a circle, and he started it turning, but it was moving really slow. then it would stop and start, stop and start. then he started it and it started moving faster and faster until my feet weren't touching the ground anymore and i was trying to hang on, and i couldn't get into the swing and suddenly swarms of police cars and sirens surrounded the carnival, and apparently we must have all been criminals because we started running in all different directions and people who had been close to a pile of our backpacks just started grabbing them, running through the crowd calling our names so we could get our stuff. and there was another girl there, apparently with my last name. but her first name was deena. it was her backpack i found. i never got mine back.