Dreams & Reality
I had a really strange dream last night...
I dreamt that I was trying to escape from two undercover cops...except that I wasn't running or driving to get away from them...I was on rollerblades! When the two undercover cops finally caught up to me, I had no clue why I was even being chased...but they arrested me anyway. They put me in the back of their big unmarked station-wagon, rollerblades and all. One of the cops was driving, and the other was in the backseat. I was sitting in the empty space behind the backseat. The cop in the backseat started talking smack and laughing at me, and he lit a cigarette. I told him that he should put out his cigarette because secondhand smoke kills, which sounds like something I would say. He sneered at me, turned around, and started burning me with the end of his lit cigarette. I was screaming, it hurt really bad, and I could smell the smoke from the cigarette as it burned me.
Just then, I woke up. And I could actually smell something. Not cigarette smoke, but something else. A smell that didn't belong. I got out of bed to investigate. I was covered in sweat. I searched the whole apartment, even looked out into the hallway to see if the building was on fire or something, and I still couldn't locate where the smell was coming from. It smelled kind of like the gas from our stove, but I checked and the gas was turned off. The only thing that I could think was that it might've been the smell of the radiated heat pipes, because the building just turned them on. Still wondering, I got back in bed, hoping that this smell wouldn't kill me in my sleep.
And here I am this morning, still alive. But maybe a few braincells short.
I dreamt that I was trying to escape from two undercover cops...except that I wasn't running or driving to get away from them...I was on rollerblades! When the two undercover cops finally caught up to me, I had no clue why I was even being chased...but they arrested me anyway. They put me in the back of their big unmarked station-wagon, rollerblades and all. One of the cops was driving, and the other was in the backseat. I was sitting in the empty space behind the backseat. The cop in the backseat started talking smack and laughing at me, and he lit a cigarette. I told him that he should put out his cigarette because secondhand smoke kills, which sounds like something I would say. He sneered at me, turned around, and started burning me with the end of his lit cigarette. I was screaming, it hurt really bad, and I could smell the smoke from the cigarette as it burned me.
Just then, I woke up. And I could actually smell something. Not cigarette smoke, but something else. A smell that didn't belong. I got out of bed to investigate. I was covered in sweat. I searched the whole apartment, even looked out into the hallway to see if the building was on fire or something, and I still couldn't locate where the smell was coming from. It smelled kind of like the gas from our stove, but I checked and the gas was turned off. The only thing that I could think was that it might've been the smell of the radiated heat pipes, because the building just turned them on. Still wondering, I got back in bed, hoping that this smell wouldn't kill me in my sleep.
And here I am this morning, still alive. But maybe a few braincells short.