My DreaM

“The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.” Those are words from Milton’s Paradise Lost. I do not remember the context of that statement but I feel like it is quite applicable to dreams. And a nightmare is what happened to me last night.
I got a call from my friend Cole. He was telling me that I should come to work because everyone was drunk and it really awesome. Except everything he said was garbled and I could not understand. I was laying in my bed with Delia as he was telling me all this. The moon was in full swing but it’s luminescence was being interrupted by some pesky clouds. Then without warning Delia began wriggling around on the bed and making a horrible sound. It could be likened to a coyote being caught in a steel trap and realizing after some time that it would have to gnaw off its own limb.
My bed lies at the end of my room aligned with the wall next to my rather large windows. The wind was blowing a bit through the open one at my feet. As I looked over at Delia to try to figure out what was happening I awoke, not knowing that I was dreaming (of course). She was still moaning and squirming and then I looked to my left and saw him. I gasped in horror much like Dorian seeing his painting. I froze, unable to speak or move. I gazed at the thing towering above my bed. His body was tall and dark, cascaded by the waning moonlight. He had long slicked hair and a dark piercing eye. Only the left side of his sharp and disastrous face was illuminated. He was reaching down at me with a huge outstretched hand. I assumed it was death or a demon and that I was done for. I was completely done for. I could feel my life leaving me the closer he got. Then the moonlight streaming through the closed windows brightened and the figure changed into my roommate who was holding a striped sweater over me saying that I had left it at his home. Then I woke up. I was a mess. I was still paralyzed, sweating bullets all over my body. I have never felt so useless and afraid in my whole life. I lay in bed for some time before I mustered up the courage to go turn on all the lights and lock the back door. Only with my dog and bowie knife did I have the gusto to wander around the house to make sure everything was safe.

NA

As I went into McAlisters (local deli) it had that same familiar smell and feel. You know, cheap food, underpaid employees and low structural integrity, good stuff. Anyways I stood behind a girl (from baylor) who had raced me in from the parking lot. I maintained my slow but eager pace and she took off at great speed. Faster is better is a common modality among the socialite. As we stood in line, for what was a long time, the aristocrat of the future kept checking her phone. I knew what was going to happen. Just as the lady at the counter began to tell her the total the girl answered her phone and completely ignored the server. She stabber a wad of money at the poor girl almost impaling the poor thing. All I could do is laugh. Then as she was walking away to go sit down I tripped her threw a brownie at her. I think the lesson was learned.

Delia

Delia for all of you who dont know is the name of my dog. I cant really form a complete thought at the moment, very tired. But my dog is rather quirky and does alot of weird stuff. I am not going to list them all but this is what happened this morning. I get out of bed, and immediately she starts pacing the room while I try to get dressed pretending it doesnt bother me. We go out in the front yard and pee together and then, yes, yes this is the funny part, She walks over to her food bowl (its empty), licks the pan, and then looks up at me like I am the retarded one. I want to believe that she was mocking me somehow. And I know she was but man it made me laugh up a storm this morning.

Cheers