if dreams came true...
today, I would be late for the gym at 4:30.
rewind an hour.
I'm walking along an old county road. I don't know why I'm walking. I really should have driven. there's a dog over there. a couple cars pass going the other way. keep walking...
there's a bigger dog. I hop on the dog and ride it up the road a little ways. what the hell am I doing? I get off the dog in front of a house. I'm supposed to be here for some reason. needless to say, I'm pretty dirty, so I go inside the house and see a bunch of people I know. I'm trying to explain where something is to one of them.. it's one of my professors. I try but fail... It seems like I'm somehow important, like.. like I'm supposed to be doing something to help these people. I can't remember. Since I'm diry, I take a shower.. nice.. hot..
when I'm done, I get out and everyone's gone.
I walk back outside and hop on the dog again, but the dog is mad at me won't take me anywhere. I try to make him go, but he growls and tries to bite me. I get off and walk again.. back where I came from. I think I can make it home, but a little ways up the road, I look at the time, and it's 4:27. I have to be at the gym at 4:30. damn. I don't have time for this. I turn around and head back to the house. there's a dog again.
on the way back some friends pass me in a car, but they don't stop. jackasses. obviously I need a ride. well, I'm almost back to the house, but that dog is still there, and it looks mad. I turn around and start running the other way, trying to make up some time somewhere. I can actually run pretty fast.. I run, run.. run.. I'm running down a hill when something tackles me from behind. what the hell? it's that dog again. damn dog. wait. it's a different dog. it's black and white and fluffy.. but it's big. it wraps itself around me like a football tackle.. weird. now I'm getting dirty again. I'm rolling around on the ground with this dog when my friends ride by in their car again. of course, they pass me again. I hope they think I'm having a lot of fun here, struggling to get this pissed dog off of me.
I finally get the dog off me, and my friends drive by again. this time I'm not gonna let them pass me, so I stand in the middle of the road. they finally stop and let me ride with them back to town. I fall asleep in the car on the way back, and then I woke up in my bed here at home
rewind an hour.
I'm walking along an old county road. I don't know why I'm walking. I really should have driven. there's a dog over there. a couple cars pass going the other way. keep walking...
there's a bigger dog. I hop on the dog and ride it up the road a little ways. what the hell am I doing? I get off the dog in front of a house. I'm supposed to be here for some reason. needless to say, I'm pretty dirty, so I go inside the house and see a bunch of people I know. I'm trying to explain where something is to one of them.. it's one of my professors. I try but fail... It seems like I'm somehow important, like.. like I'm supposed to be doing something to help these people. I can't remember. Since I'm diry, I take a shower.. nice.. hot..
when I'm done, I get out and everyone's gone.
I walk back outside and hop on the dog again, but the dog is mad at me won't take me anywhere. I try to make him go, but he growls and tries to bite me. I get off and walk again.. back where I came from. I think I can make it home, but a little ways up the road, I look at the time, and it's 4:27. I have to be at the gym at 4:30. damn. I don't have time for this. I turn around and head back to the house. there's a dog again.
on the way back some friends pass me in a car, but they don't stop. jackasses. obviously I need a ride. well, I'm almost back to the house, but that dog is still there, and it looks mad. I turn around and start running the other way, trying to make up some time somewhere. I can actually run pretty fast.. I run, run.. run.. I'm running down a hill when something tackles me from behind. what the hell? it's that dog again. damn dog. wait. it's a different dog. it's black and white and fluffy.. but it's big. it wraps itself around me like a football tackle.. weird. now I'm getting dirty again. I'm rolling around on the ground with this dog when my friends ride by in their car again. of course, they pass me again. I hope they think I'm having a lot of fun here, struggling to get this pissed dog off of me.
I finally get the dog off me, and my friends drive by again. this time I'm not gonna let them pass me, so I stand in the middle of the road. they finally stop and let me ride with them back to town. I fall asleep in the car on the way back, and then I woke up in my bed here at home