That Dream

I had that dream again last night. I was even more bizarre than usual. I couldn't help but want to keep it going, but that damn alarm disturbs it every time. Usually I welcome that horrific beeping to pull me out of that deep hellish sleep. However, this time I resented it. "Let me be," I demanded. It hurt more than ever to vocalize this morning; my throat was so damn sore. I abruptly received an elbow in the kidney from the body that lay next to me. Apparently we all don't wake up at the same time. What is she here for anyway? It occurred to me that I'll never be able to delve back into the story if I attempt to confront her now; it can wait till later.

As I buried my face into my pillow I was running the dream through my head. I just kept mulling over the last detail that I could recall. I had lost it, it's gone now and I'll never get back to that point. I then seem to remember a former girlfriend telling me that if you touch your head when you wake up, you will forget your dreams. When the hell did I touch my head!? I never did touch my head, the only contact that there was with my body involved an elbow and my lower back. Is there an exception to this rule that I wasn't aware of. I need to get a hold of that girl and find out the truth. She will surely know what to do.

I rolled over to kick that bitch next to me out of my house. I had things to do and she can not get in the way. I placed my hand on her shoulder and gently rocked her awake. After a few grunts and moans she spoke up, letting me know that it is okay if she sleeps in today. "There's no school today", she mentioned. School? What is she talking about, and I still don't know who she is. At this point it didn't matter; I picked her L.L. Bean book bag off the floor. I hated those bags when I was in school, I really didn't need to know the initials of who was walking down the stairs in front of me. I was grateful for those bags now, but unfortunately this girl's parents were too cheap to get the initials upgrade through the catalogue. I once again disliked those bags.

It didn't matter anymore, she deserved to leave; I just had to untie her first. I had never been so proud of my knot tying until then. But there was no time for it. God damn boy scouts, they tell you how to tie a knot but not how to untie them. I pulled open my night stand drawer. It happened just like the movies, where the drawer stop didn't work and the whole drawer pulled out and everything inside spilled onto the floor. I sifted through the crap and found the box cutter I was looking for. This was sure to work I thought, and as always when I think, I was right.

After a few thankful exchanges, we parted ways. I wondered if I'd ever get to see her again. I lost focus on everything else and I would just have to wait for another night for that dream.