ch. 9
I wake up. Dripping in sweat.
I fling my eyes open and realize it's a dream.
It always is.
I have this dream alot.
I am walking. I'm in a parking garage. There are cars everywhere, but no people anywhere. I can't find my car. I'm not even sure what my car looks like, but I search endlessly anyways. I look for hours, completely embarrassed at my stupidity at first, then it fades to pure terror. What if I never find it? Oh, god, where did I park? Where did I put it? Where did I leave it? I drove right? I... I did right?
and then I wake.
I wonder what it means sometimes.
I think I'm lost.
I fling my eyes open and realize it's a dream.
It always is.
I have this dream alot.
I am walking. I'm in a parking garage. There are cars everywhere, but no people anywhere. I can't find my car. I'm not even sure what my car looks like, but I search endlessly anyways. I look for hours, completely embarrassed at my stupidity at first, then it fades to pure terror. What if I never find it? Oh, god, where did I park? Where did I put it? Where did I leave it? I drove right? I... I did right?
and then I wake.
I wonder what it means sometimes.
I think I'm lost.