So, this is funny. Last night I had a nightmare during which my friend Nick was killed by some sort of a monster. In my awake state, I imagine this monster as being sort of a comical creature — big, green, hairy, lots of drool — and the whole thing being more of a cartoon than anything else. I imagine that Nick’s downfall was something like him slipping on a banana peel in the midst of his escape from the monster. In reality, I haven’t had an actual monster nightmare since I was little and had this reoccurring dream that these aliens would come and kidnap me from the top bunk in my brother Aaron’s room. It was a terrible dream. I would be in Aaron’s room with him and our friend Matty, playing around. One of them always ended up cutting their arm on something and they would both leave in search of a bandaid, leaving me all alone in the room. The second the cut happened my dream self would start to panic; I knew what this meant. As soon as Aaron and Matty left the room the aliens would land on the front yard in their huge spaceship and abduct me. The thing about it that made it SO horrible was that despite the fact that I absolutely knew this was going to happen, and I became very agitated and afraid and I screamed for Aaron and Matty to come back, I could not for the life of me wake myself up. I would just have to go through it over and over and over again. After a while I was almost afraid to go to sleep. Those aliens were the absolute worst.
Anyway, so last night. Last night I had this dream that my friend Nick got attacked and maybe killed by a monster. I woke up mid-dream and scrawled the following thing on a piece of paper near my bed:
“Nick. monsters. dead? ask him.”
So, I asked him and I am sure you will all be pleased to know that he is not, in fact, dead. He was, however, less than excited about the fact that he may or may not have been killed in my dream and didn’t seem terribly flattered by the fact that my half-asleep self was worried enough about his well-being to write a note to my future awake self to ask him about it. Can’t win ’em all, I guess.
In other news, I just saw a picture of some of my old coworkers at the bar I used to work at all grouped in front of a cork board that has always held photos and newspaper articles and the likes. There used to be photos of me on there but I guess someone threw them in the garbage. I can’t say I am terribly surprised but it is a very odd feeling to be completely erased from a place that you spent so much of your time. It’s like, 5 1/2 years of my life almost didn’t happen, or people want to pretend they didn’t happen, or something. People, as a rule, are weird. Myself included.
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