so far this week, i have woken up from a weird dream every morning before work:

• Monday: drinking pomegranate-juice-glass froo-froo drinks in a bar with johnny, where i am tasked with emergency rescue plumbing.
• Tuesday: car teetering on the edge of a cliff, while loaded with my family.
• Wednesday: i actually can’t remember yesterday’s dream off the top of my head, but i remember being genuinely freaked out by it.
• Thursday: sent back to high school; make it to class wherein my middle school French teacher is proctoring an exam; realize i have left my (real life) laptop bag at home. when i ask Mme. Bright for the twenty minutes it’ll take to go home and get the bag, she refuses; i explain i really really need it because it has my franklin-covey organizer in it and other stuff, and she refuses more strongly; i take a large dictionary off the shelf and begin wigging out, screaming and smashing it against the cinderblock walls, eventually wandering to the back of the classroom, where it turns out that there’s a glass-walled prison cell in which b. and m. are locked. i continue screaming and smashing the dictionary, then open the prison cell door’s combination lock and free them, and we all flee.

i wonder what tomorrow has in store for me?