It was a late afternoon, and I was at an outdoor bull riding rodeo. I went by myself, and I sat at the right side of the arena. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a herd of vicious bulls started stampeding and everyone ran for their lives. It seemed like a running of the bulls event that happens all the time in Spain. We were all running across some empty field in the middle of nowhere. After running for sometime, I came across my high school and went inside. After that, it was like the stampede never happened. I went to my U.S. History class, where we were doing nothing but arts and crafts. After a few minutes of laughing with my buddies, I wake up...
