I wrote all of this (including this title) at 4 in the morning
Sleep is a funny thing. All you have to do is close your eyes...and you fall asleep. It's sounds so stupidly obvious when I say it like that, but it's such a strange concept. I wonder how the function of sleep actually works. All I know is that first, you head into that "transitional" period where you see and think things that are completely random and make no sense whatsoever, but make perfect sense to you at the time. That's when you know you're falling asleep. Of course, that's another funny thing...you KNOW when you're falling asleep, but the moment of actual crossing over from being awake to being asleep is always a mystery...you simply dissolve out of consciousness...and dream.
The dream world is somethin' else, I don't have to tell any of you that. You dream things that are funny, you dream things that scare the hell out of you...and sometimes you dream things that are both funny and scary just to wake up the next morning and say to yourself, "wait a minute...that wasn't FUNNY!"
The dream I just had is an exception. This has GOT to be funny in the morning, so I'm writing this down. I was at a confirmation meeting (I think), but when it came time to take a break, we all got up to eat from the Reseda High cafeteria and they were serving meat raviolli! So, I got myself a nice helping and sat down. But, I took a seat in a classroom of some sort at a desk and all around me were people from the Reseda class of 2002. I sat directly behind Alice, but everyone was there - from Bryan to Alex Filler. The only people missing were Leeja (I know this because someone commented on how it wasn't loud enough yet without her here), Sonal and Louis. Finally, while I'm eating this amazing pasta, Louis comes over to sit next to me. He asks me what I had new to report, and I asked the same of him...both responses were "Not much at all, my friend." Then, someone comes out with one of those yellow slips of paper to summon you out of class and we find that it's for Sonal so that she can come and join us. I took it in my hands and noticed that I had pasta sauce on my hands, so it rubbed off a little onto the summons. I said, "Someone else take this to Sonal and the pasta sauce will make her come runnning" (Sonal LOVES italian food). Right then, Louis goes, "Whoa there, buddy. Ya got some schmutz on ya there." So, I look down to see what he's talking about and sure enough, I have this HUGE pasta stain on my AC/DC shirt. Well, needless to say, I was embarassed, so I put on my jacket and zipped it up past the stain. The problem here was that I got very hot with the jacket on, so when Alex Filler asked me how I was, I just couldn't take the uncomfort anymore. So, I stood upon my desk in the middle of the crowd and said:
"My friends, first let me say that it's wonderful to see you. I must say that I am deeply moved that we're all here together again...it's been far too long. That being said, I'd like to be able to talk to you all without being uncomfortable, so I'm going to take off my jacket. But, I want everyone here to know..."
Here, I unzipped my jacket and began taking it off.
"...that I spilled pasta sauce on myself. I think I've proven myself to be a clean enough guy in the past and you all can vouch for my character. Therefore, on behalf of the me of five minutes ago before I spilled sauce on myself, I'd like to apologize for myself. I hope all of you can see me as your old friend and not as the unkempt slob that I clearly have become. Thank you."
Everyone laughed and applauded and that's about when I woke up laughing. I grabbed a pad and pencil and wrote this whole thing out in the dark (trust me, it was quite a task to decifer this all).
The dream world is somethin' else, I don't have to tell any of you that. You dream things that are funny, you dream things that scare the hell out of you...and sometimes you dream things that are both funny and scary just to wake up the next morning and say to yourself, "wait a minute...that wasn't FUNNY!"
The dream I just had is an exception. This has GOT to be funny in the morning, so I'm writing this down. I was at a confirmation meeting (I think), but when it came time to take a break, we all got up to eat from the Reseda High cafeteria and they were serving meat raviolli! So, I got myself a nice helping and sat down. But, I took a seat in a classroom of some sort at a desk and all around me were people from the Reseda class of 2002. I sat directly behind Alice, but everyone was there - from Bryan to Alex Filler. The only people missing were Leeja (I know this because someone commented on how it wasn't loud enough yet without her here), Sonal and Louis. Finally, while I'm eating this amazing pasta, Louis comes over to sit next to me. He asks me what I had new to report, and I asked the same of him...both responses were "Not much at all, my friend." Then, someone comes out with one of those yellow slips of paper to summon you out of class and we find that it's for Sonal so that she can come and join us. I took it in my hands and noticed that I had pasta sauce on my hands, so it rubbed off a little onto the summons. I said, "Someone else take this to Sonal and the pasta sauce will make her come runnning" (Sonal LOVES italian food). Right then, Louis goes, "Whoa there, buddy. Ya got some schmutz on ya there." So, I look down to see what he's talking about and sure enough, I have this HUGE pasta stain on my AC/DC shirt. Well, needless to say, I was embarassed, so I put on my jacket and zipped it up past the stain. The problem here was that I got very hot with the jacket on, so when Alex Filler asked me how I was, I just couldn't take the uncomfort anymore. So, I stood upon my desk in the middle of the crowd and said:
"My friends, first let me say that it's wonderful to see you. I must say that I am deeply moved that we're all here together again...it's been far too long. That being said, I'd like to be able to talk to you all without being uncomfortable, so I'm going to take off my jacket. But, I want everyone here to know..."
Here, I unzipped my jacket and began taking it off.
"...that I spilled pasta sauce on myself. I think I've proven myself to be a clean enough guy in the past and you all can vouch for my character. Therefore, on behalf of the me of five minutes ago before I spilled sauce on myself, I'd like to apologize for myself. I hope all of you can see me as your old friend and not as the unkempt slob that I clearly have become. Thank you."
Everyone laughed and applauded and that's about when I woke up laughing. I grabbed a pad and pencil and wrote this whole thing out in the dark (trust me, it was quite a task to decifer this all).