Sunday, September 29, 2013

Walking Through My Dreams At Night

I was sitting on the dock of the bay when the thought came over me to shoot myself. Next thing I knew I was walking around in excruciating pain, but quite pleased with the perfect bulletholes in both my feet. As I was strutting proudly, I ran into a rather large lady who was insistent upon giving me a hug, which I shrugged off. I then found myself in a well-lit room in an office building which featured a booth that was providing camping provisions. People lined-up and paid with some sort of blue stamp. After having a long, drawn-out conversation with an old man about the impending war, I took my leave. I proceeded to walk downtown in an area which resembled the Upper West side near Columbia University. As I walked, a young lady with a large umbrella approached me and asked me if I needed coverage; I accepted even though it wasn't raining. We proceeded to walk downtown for a few blocks, when she abruptly told me she had a fear of overpasses and took her leave. I then realized I was late for my appointment and the stress became overwhelming...

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