love, strife, pancakes & impossibilities
This may quite possibly be the best day of your life. Your love is coming to you! No more lonliness, at last!
There is quite little time to anticipate his arrival because he just seems to appear at the base of your secondary staircase as you are at the top, preparing to descend. You smile harder than you ever have and rush to meet him in the middle, taking his hand and leading him upstairs, excited to show him your room. But when you open the door, it is dark and gloomy inside, much as it was the very night before.. it is rather surreal. You flip on the light, but it does hardly anything to improve the ambience of the room.
The two of you settle on your floor, where the lighting seems the best, and you hug and hug as though you were old lovers who were separated and not allowed to see eachother for a decade.
Somehow, your webcam is on and recording and saving it all! Your parents both storm in simultaneously, before you can click the blasted thing away, and are angry at you for having a boy in your bedroom and angrier still that you are making out with him. They yell and yell, but you hear only the amplitude and no words. Just anger. Jason leaves, and you are left alone, locked in your room and crying.
Then you awake!
It was but a dream, yet you are dreaming still. You don't have to go far to tell a friend of your dream.. Oscar is right there sitting in your computer chair when you wake! And Jason is there still. Hurrah. You hug them both and love them. They are your two closest friends.
What emotion! You decide that was a good dream, when you awake for real. But, being that it is only 6am when you do awake, you pull a blanket over your head and sleep on.
You find yourself in a crowded IHOP kitchen. You are told you are to work, and your first task is to prepare a crème brûlée with some sort of crazy mix of waffles and pancakes sitting on top, so you are escorted to your very own piece of counter to work, but just stare blankly and feel suddenly anxious and hot, because you have not any idea what to do! Thankfully, a co-worker steps in and offers to show you how you are to cook it, and learn quickly that Bisquick is used to make positively everything at this restaurant! Who knew? Not you.
Your day never ends, and you never get to see the end of the lesson, because you find yourself suddenly back at your own kitchen, where your mother is cooking (!!) and talking to a friend (!) simultaneously. Your youngest brother is lying atop an ironing board rather close (too close) to the stove, and at times is accidentally burned, but really, your mother is attemping to make some sort of dish involving ground beef. You steal away the styrofoam container that previously held the murdered cow, and are about to simply toss it, but your father snatches it away quickly and immediately goes to work on it with a needle and his fingernails and taps it a few times. He hands it back to you with two of the most intricate designs carved into it that you have ever seen, especially produced by someone so seemingly unskilled in such a limited amount of time. You take the styrofoam into the bathroom and look at it in the mirror just to appreciate its beauty fully. You show it to your mother, but she merely scoffs, and continues talking with her friend (who does not even really exist).
You awake and find that to have been a pleasureable dream as well. Your day from then on is also pleasureable. Dreams affect human beings more than they are willing to admit, you bet.
There is quite little time to anticipate his arrival because he just seems to appear at the base of your secondary staircase as you are at the top, preparing to descend. You smile harder than you ever have and rush to meet him in the middle, taking his hand and leading him upstairs, excited to show him your room. But when you open the door, it is dark and gloomy inside, much as it was the very night before.. it is rather surreal. You flip on the light, but it does hardly anything to improve the ambience of the room.
The two of you settle on your floor, where the lighting seems the best, and you hug and hug as though you were old lovers who were separated and not allowed to see eachother for a decade.
Somehow, your webcam is on and recording and saving it all! Your parents both storm in simultaneously, before you can click the blasted thing away, and are angry at you for having a boy in your bedroom and angrier still that you are making out with him. They yell and yell, but you hear only the amplitude and no words. Just anger. Jason leaves, and you are left alone, locked in your room and crying.
Then you awake!
It was but a dream, yet you are dreaming still. You don't have to go far to tell a friend of your dream.. Oscar is right there sitting in your computer chair when you wake! And Jason is there still. Hurrah. You hug them both and love them. They are your two closest friends.
What emotion! You decide that was a good dream, when you awake for real. But, being that it is only 6am when you do awake, you pull a blanket over your head and sleep on.
You find yourself in a crowded IHOP kitchen. You are told you are to work, and your first task is to prepare a crème brûlée with some sort of crazy mix of waffles and pancakes sitting on top, so you are escorted to your very own piece of counter to work, but just stare blankly and feel suddenly anxious and hot, because you have not any idea what to do! Thankfully, a co-worker steps in and offers to show you how you are to cook it, and learn quickly that Bisquick is used to make positively everything at this restaurant! Who knew? Not you.
Your day never ends, and you never get to see the end of the lesson, because you find yourself suddenly back at your own kitchen, where your mother is cooking (!!) and talking to a friend (!) simultaneously. Your youngest brother is lying atop an ironing board rather close (too close) to the stove, and at times is accidentally burned, but really, your mother is attemping to make some sort of dish involving ground beef. You steal away the styrofoam container that previously held the murdered cow, and are about to simply toss it, but your father snatches it away quickly and immediately goes to work on it with a needle and his fingernails and taps it a few times. He hands it back to you with two of the most intricate designs carved into it that you have ever seen, especially produced by someone so seemingly unskilled in such a limited amount of time. You take the styrofoam into the bathroom and look at it in the mirror just to appreciate its beauty fully. You show it to your mother, but she merely scoffs, and continues talking with her friend (who does not even really exist).
You awake and find that to have been a pleasureable dream as well. Your day from then on is also pleasureable. Dreams affect human beings more than they are willing to admit, you bet.