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Jun 11, 2003 16:45

Take a look narcissam. Your turn!

This is my attempt at Writing What I Know. There is not a thing in here that I haven't actually experienced. It's very short.


My friend and I are having a discussion about weird dreams.

"I had a dream where I was five and my friend who was a guy were driving in a little red toy car and then the person in the apartment got mad and then we were driving on the highway." I pause. She laughs. "And there was one where I was four going on five and I was wearing a bathing cap-" I demonstrate this with my fingers, "-and these people, like seven or eight years old were threatening to kidnap me and they stole my dad's wallet."

I reread the back of the bus seat which says "All Boys Who Sit Here Are Gay But Jacob" in magic marker. I tell her a short version of the dream I had where I there was a shrunken head and somebody screaming. The girl behind me is showing off her cellphone again - she's only in seventh grade. Kids these days.

We both agree that dreams don't make much sense; I repeat the fact that I always forget them at least three times.

"You know, dead people in dreams are good luck," she says, chewing thoughtfully on her thumbnail.

"Really?" I contemplate this; she recounts something about worshipping bananas. "I had a dream once about Ricky Martin."

"You did?"

"I was making out with Ricky Martin. On the roof of a car."
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