Arms groggily outstretched over my head, I sit up on the bed and start searching my friend’s room for a clock. There’s a dead one on the floor that reads 7 pm. Not helpful.
His floor is covered in so much…..well….useless shit. There’s no better way to describe it. It’s like someone put hundreds of action figures, bits of wood, carpet, dust, dirt, stuffed animals, fantasy novels, and various other obscure and random crap into a blender and spread the result on his floor like a condiment. Nowhere in this mess is there an alarm clock, watch, sundial or anything else that might tell me what the hell time it is. Aha, my phone. It’s five after one! I gotta get out of here. I have things to do today, other than sit in this slob’s room all day.
I scoop up all my stuff, jump into my shoes, and thank his mom as I glide down the stairs two at a time. Just as I touch the door handle, a fragment of last night’s dream suddenly returns to me...
I’m in a city somewhere. I walk into a building through a door on a streetcorner. Inside there are several people, who I seem to know somehow. They are all just waking up from sleeping in various random places throughout this large room. Next thing I know, we’re walking out the back door of the building and find a path that runs along behind it. “Ooh I love lines!” my ex-girlfriend says, who has suddenly appeared. So we walk along it.
...Wow, that was weird. Shaking my head, I continue outside and jog just down the road to my house. On the counter in my kitchen is an invitation from my school to a presentation by a state trooper about narcotics. Hey, I think, I’ve been on narcotics once: painkillers after having my wisdom teeth out...
The trail is relatively short, and we come out into a gigantic meadow, where there should have been a city. There is one long building to the right, it looks somewhat like a motel. In front are standing several more people, some of whom are my friends. They are standing around a small table that has a bowl of fruit, some garden equipment, and a can of whipped cream on it.
I pick up the whipped cream and take a hit from the nitrous oxide. My extremities tingle and I feel light. I offer the can to my friend’s girlfriend, who seems to just appear out of the crowd. She hesitates with her arms crossed for a moment, then bursts out laughing, “Haha, my life is too slow!” and she takes the can. I just spin around with my arms outstretched and laugh.