In which the author, after spending much of the night pondering her life goals and shopping for sleepwear online, falls asleep and lucidly dreams
My friend Jamie finally joined the world of online dating. To show her openness to different kind of relationships, she listed her romantic inclinations as "men, women, and esoterica."
Jamie and I went to the movies, and ran into Jim Garman, who I hadn't seen for years and years. He was despondent over just seeing a depressing movie called 'The Secret Life of Bees' and was less excited than I thought he'd be to see me. Some other event then happened involving Natasha Rudd, a girl from my high school, doing a performance for a church, stealing seven dollars from the church children, and trying to hide it. We then reunited with Jim.
Jamie rode along with Jim on the way home from the theater, and I followed them in my car since my stuff was at her house. I lost them on the road, and when I tried to turn around to follow another route to find them, I drove by a man standing on his porch who started laughing at my lack of direction. I did another U-turn, and ended up driving my car into a pool.
I was embarrassed at this mistake, but miraculously was able to drag my car out of the water by picking it up with one hand. I left it to air-dry and started walking down some steep steps to Jamie's house. Then, I realized I had lost the keys I had just had a few minutes ago. I realized I was wearing a skimpy bikini-like outfit that I didn't remember putting on. Things started feeling a little strange, like that 2NU song "Ponderous."
I then arrived at an apartment complex, perplexed. I decided that I must be dreaming, because too many things didn't make sense. In addition to the bizarreness above, it was a bright, sunny day, but I knew it was the middle of the night.
I was walking along a second-story outdoor pathway and ran into some fishing lines that had two hooks hanging from them in the middle of the walk. I got pissed that someone would leave hooks haphazardly hanging, waiting to injure someone, but then realized that I could use these fishing lines as a test. If I could somehow tangle myself up in them in some sort of bizarre way, this would prove that I was dreaming. I desperately wanted to wake up.
Just then, I was saved by the bell. The bell being, of course, the call pager, with a call from the blood bank bringing me back to the all-too-real world of patients with cancer on chemotherapy that need my approval to receive platelets.
Jamie and I went to the movies, and ran into Jim Garman, who I hadn't seen for years and years. He was despondent over just seeing a depressing movie called 'The Secret Life of Bees' and was less excited than I thought he'd be to see me. Some other event then happened involving Natasha Rudd, a girl from my high school, doing a performance for a church, stealing seven dollars from the church children, and trying to hide it. We then reunited with Jim.
Jamie rode along with Jim on the way home from the theater, and I followed them in my car since my stuff was at her house. I lost them on the road, and when I tried to turn around to follow another route to find them, I drove by a man standing on his porch who started laughing at my lack of direction. I did another U-turn, and ended up driving my car into a pool.
I was embarrassed at this mistake, but miraculously was able to drag my car out of the water by picking it up with one hand. I left it to air-dry and started walking down some steep steps to Jamie's house. Then, I realized I had lost the keys I had just had a few minutes ago. I realized I was wearing a skimpy bikini-like outfit that I didn't remember putting on. Things started feeling a little strange, like that 2NU song "Ponderous."
I then arrived at an apartment complex, perplexed. I decided that I must be dreaming, because too many things didn't make sense. In addition to the bizarreness above, it was a bright, sunny day, but I knew it was the middle of the night.
I was walking along a second-story outdoor pathway and ran into some fishing lines that had two hooks hanging from them in the middle of the walk. I got pissed that someone would leave hooks haphazardly hanging, waiting to injure someone, but then realized that I could use these fishing lines as a test. If I could somehow tangle myself up in them in some sort of bizarre way, this would prove that I was dreaming. I desperately wanted to wake up.
Just then, I was saved by the bell. The bell being, of course, the call pager, with a call from the blood bank bringing me back to the all-too-real world of patients with cancer on chemotherapy that need my approval to receive platelets.
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