Wednesday, October 13, 2010

The Freshman....

In my dream I was a college freshman living in a dorm on campus.

I was the age I am right now...(I'm not going to say exactly how old I am, suffice it to say that I'm just a tad bit over 39 44 49).

The age I am right now, living in a college dorm.

Googie was also living there too, but not with me.

She visited and we talked in hushed tones about my awful roommate.

The roommate, a snobby slob who appeared to spend lots of time in her boyfriend's lap.

She carried on with him as if they were alone.

Incredibly embarrassing, for Googie and me.

In my dream, we were living in almost pure filth.

I had to walk through knee deep crap that littered the floor.

And step over her faceless boyfriend, whose legs were always stretched out so far that everywhere I stepped, it was over them.

My roommate, her boyfriend and his legs...


In my dream the school semester was in full swing...but I hadn't done a lick of homework.

I knew this because Googie was chewing me out about it.

Without warning my dream location shifted and...

suddenly, in my dream I was at a bank.

With a very long line, which I was standing in.


Trying to be patient.

There were lots of people in the bank, working behind the counter, standing in line with me, and a few were walking in and out of the doors.

All this activity was going on but you could have heard a pin drop in there.

I could hear the freak in line behind me breathing.

Taking liberty with my personal space.

But other than his breathing there were no sounds.

When the breathing got beyond annoying I turned around and gave him the stink eye.

He responded by grabbing me in a big bear hug.

I started squirming,  trying to get away, all without a sound.

The bank was quiet.

Except for the sound I made when I was finally let go.

He smiled and I got a look at his teeth.

They looked like the teeth you carve into a pumpkin.

Except they were brown and yellow.

I forgot all about the ugly chompers when when a woman in the bank had the nerve to cut in front of me in line.

She stuck something wrapped in butcher paper on the counter to be rung up.

The bank teller stepped forward to take care of her and that's when I saw the outline of the mouse run up the back of the customer's thin coat.

I could see the outline of it's body and it's long tail.

I woke up with my belly still hurting and my heart beating too fast.

And I tried to figure it all out.

Even in my dreams, quirkiness.

(Note to more, NO MORE!!! of that cheap crappy ass Walmart brand Trail Mix before bed.)


  1. Funny.. That was a vivid

    Love to you
    I've Become My Mother

  2. Would you expect anything less from an over-dramatic storyteller?


    Thanks for reading and your comment.


  3. I also had a really weird dream last night, although I think yours wins. :]

  4. Smooches Breezeeee..(you need to elaborate on that dream and we'll have a contest.)

  5. My dreams are almost as weird. Thanks for making me feel not so alone. :)


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