Dream Big

17 year old Vincent Comer is sitting at the lunch table in the high school cafeteria waiting for his best friends, Tina and Roger to meet him. Vincent is the captain of the varsity football team at Ridgemont High, so he is very physically fit. While at the table Vincent is surrounded by a mountain of junk food including: a loaded taco for Taco Tuesday, 2 large fries, a big bag of Lays potato chips, and a large bottle of Pepsi. Tina and Roger arrive just in time to find Vince inhaling his food.

“Dang boy” Roger said with a chuckle. “What you doin? Gettin ready for the electric chair?” Tina asked. “Look, Thing 1 and Thing 2, I’ve been craving grease and junk food lately, let me have this” Vince responded with a mouthful. “Okay, but when your butt gets too big for them pants you’ll be sorry” Roger responded as he and Tina laughed. “Oh whatever” Vince concluded.

Later that night Vince is in his bedroom getting ready to turn in for the night. He notices that he feels a little short winded, more than he usually would after a day of football practice, but he quickly brushed it off. “Yeah, practice is tearing ya boy up” he thought to himself. “Looks like it’s time for me to wind down for the evening.” Vincent lays down in the bed and shuts his eyes for a good night’s rest.

Vincent opens his eyes after what feels like a good night’s rest and feels a swelling through out his entire body. When he sits up in his bed and looks at the mirror across from bed he sees an overweight reflection of himself and screams. “OH MY GOD I’M FAAAATTTT!!!” He screams dramatically. He tries to run out of bed, but is so overweight that he trips on his and rolls out of the room and down the hallway eventually meeting the stairs and bouncing off the stairs like a basketball while he screams in terror. As he reaches the end of the stairs he quickly opens his eyes and finds himself back in his bed at 3:00 a.m. realizing it was all a dream.

“Whew” he exclaimed in a sigh of relief. “That was some dream. Let me get back to sleep, gotta be up for school in a few hours.” Vincent wiped the sweat from his forehead and went back to sleep. Later that afternoon he was sitting at the lunch table waiting for his friends once again. This time he was surrounded by a giant hamburger with a large order of fries accompanied by an order of nachos with cheese. While inhaling his food he is then met by Tina and Roger. “Well if it ain’t the human vacuum cleaner back at it again” Roger joked.

“Hardy har har” Vincent responded with a hint of exhaust in his voice. “Come on, Rog” Tina started. “Leave Vincent vacuum alone. He looks like he’s had a rough enough night with them bags under his eyes.” Vincent briefly stopped eating at the sound of Tina’s words and used the camera on his phone to examine the bags under his eyes. Dang I must’ve slept hard last night” Vincent exclaimed. “I wonder why that is?” Roger asked sarcastically. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Vincent asked. “Maybe all that junk food is wearing you down and you need to lay off of it” Roger concluded. “Whateva” Vincent said while shrugging off Rogers claims.

Later that night Vincent got himself ready for bed, but realized that he was more fatigued than usual. “Once again practice is wearing me out” he thought out loud. “Oh well, let me go ahead and turn down for what.” Vincent closed his eyes and drifted off into a deep rem sleep. He opened his eyes to what seemed like a Thursday morning and found himself feeling swollen again, only this time he could barely move. It took all of his energy to pull himself up and glance at the mirror on the closet door in front of him. When he finally got a glimpse of himself he briefly saw a reflection of a very large overweight man.

Before he had a chance to scream in terror he quickly fell back down to the bed, but his ordeal was not finished there. When he fell back he heard a creaking in the floor boards of his room and then his bed went through the floor and continued down into the living room floor. From there he fell through the ground traveling high speed underneath the earth’s core as he screamed in terror all the way down.

Suddenly Vincent woke up at 3 a.m and found himself back in his bed with his body back to his normal size. He was now a sweaty relief, but was unnerved at what he had just awakened from. “Wow that kinda crazy” he exclaimed in a nervous tone as he laid back down and went back to sleep. Later that afternoon Vincent was at the lunch table waiting for Tina and Roger again. Once again he was surround by a mountain of junk food including: a large pepperoni pizza, a big bag of Doritos and a large coke. He was also very tired, but more so than the previous day. “What’s up Eatey Gonzales?” Roger joked. This time Vincent had even less energy to respond.

“You’re lookin a little worn out V, are you okay?” Tina asked. “Nah he ain’t alright?” Roger added. “That junk food is eatin him up” “lay off him Rog, he seems like he’s really worn out” Tina concluded. Vincent angrily got up and left the table without saying a word.

Later that night Vincent got himself ready for bed in an even more fatigued state. “What if it is the junk food?” He thought to himself as he laid down. As he closed his eyes he felt himself levitate. When he opened his eyes he saw that he was once again swollen and not flying, but growing in size. He grew so big that he busted through the roof of his house and eventually to the size of a skyscraper. He was also swollen and overweight, this time the entire town was looking up at him laughing hysterically.

Vincent screamed in humiliation as he was once again awakened in his bed a sweaty mess at 3 a.m. “Oh God” he thought. “I have to stop eating all this junk food.” Later that afternoon Vincent was sitting at his lunch table eating a turkey sandwich, with an apple, and a glass of milk. Tina and Roger showed up with shocked expressions on their faces.

“What?” Roger started. “No junk food junky today?” “Nope.” Vincent answered proudly. “You guys were right. I’ve been junking out too much and it took three nights of nightmares of me being fat to realize it.” “So you’re gonna cut back?” Tina asked. “No, I’m gonna cut it out before I turn into a blob” Vincent responded. “That’s the spirit” Tina added. “That’s my boy” Roger concluded. Vincent reached out his fist with a smile as they both bumped it with theirs.