My nightly sojourns

Last night I dreamt that I went to the theater and watched a movie. It was about a girl with a sort of mishapened face getting a portrait done by a renowned artist. I thought it was a good movie. The next day, I went home and sat down to watch the same exact movie with my parents. Everything starts out the same, but the next thing I knew, the girl in the movie is someone entirely different. I was so confused. This girl is cuter, prettier, better looking than the other girl. I went up to the director and asked what is going on. He shrugged and he said, well, technically, this movie isn't exactly finished. We're going to reshoot the same scenes, only with this other girl. Suddenly I was on the set, and they were setting up the scene as it were in the film, to be shot in the same way, only with a different person. They replaced a Middle-eastern looking girl with an Aryan, blond, blue-eyed girl.

Next I dreamt that I was in a college class, it's called Woodworking. the class was a motley crue of art, humanities and general banter. I drew something stupid on the paper to show the teacher, and she promptly returned four sheets, drawing the same exact thing in vastly superior ways. I was awed by her artistic skills, but I also thought, this is a fluff class. I should be taking something serious. She very imperiously demanded that I either take her class or walk away now, no wishy washiness. Like an obedient pup, I slunked down in my seat and did what I always like to do: observe my fellow penitentiaries. Somebody read a poem, another person made dumb jokes. I puzzled to myself on why the class is called woodworking? Wherein lies the wood? A mystery indeed.

Immersed as I was in these fascinating and mystifying dreams, it is no surprise that I fought with my alarms this morning with fierce defiance. First alarm goes off, my arm shot out like a rocket to shut it down. 15 minutes later, the second alarm goes off, and beep, I shut it off again. then I closed my blurry eyes and tried to swim happily in a sea of unconsciousness until somewhere at the back of my mind, the vision of sheepishly trooping into work 40 minutes late again rose up like a jackhammer and gripped my heart and shook it a few times and with a cry of dismay, I leapt out of bed trying to calculate the complex matrices of brushing my teeth, throwing on clothes, eating a decent breakfast and pack all my stuff all within 15 minutes before I have to leave.

To end the suspense for you all, I ended up getting to work....20 minutes late.