| This dream started out with me waitng in line to receive my room assignment for college. I finally get up to the front, and the secretary turns around, pulls a Post It off the wall and hands it to me. It has my name and one of my best friend�s names written on it, and a room number. I�m thrilled now, because I�m sharing a room with Anna, so I�m bouncing around as I walk down to my room. Where I find four beds, a shower stall, and no living human. (No dead human either�you can relax.) I flop down on one of the beds (the one with my name written on it, on a Post It) and lay there, relaxing after being in that line for a while. Suddenly, a dog runs through. This dog is not excessively large, loud, or anything, but you can�t help but watch it whenever you see it. It runs through the room and is gone. A girl-I�m calling her Sue-pops her head up from under one of the beds and begins snarling curses about �that girl�s stupid dog�. Sue decides to get some vengeance by messing up the shower, so the girl can�t take one later. Normally, I�d intervene at this point, but I decide to let her do whatever she wants. (I�m so tired that I don�t care.) She attacks the plumbing, and the nozzle starts spraying oily red stuff all over the place. It�s sprinkling the whole room. It�s on me, the walls, the floor, all of the beds, everything except Sue. After several hours, she succeeds in getting the nozzle to form a huge ball of oily red stuff, and satisfied, leaves the room. At this point, I�m glued to the bed with this stuff, which Sue has drenched the room in. I literally cannot move. So, of course, there is a knock on the door. �Come in!� Knock knock. �Come in!� KNOCK KNOCK. �COME IN!� Eventually, the door opens, and there stands Al, resplendent in his all white suit from the �Pentiums� video. He gives the room one long look, and snaps his fingers. The oily red stuff disappears, freeing me from the bed. I leap up and take his arm. We smile at each other, and then we head out the door to math class. Then I woke up. I guess the best thing to help me in math would be not a book, nor a tutor, but Al sitting next to me and whispering the answers. I think he was a bit overdressed though� My Take On It Next Dream |
| Nasty Oily Red Stuff 12/11/00 |