My Weird Dream

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I woke up this morning, which is better than the alternative, and remembered a weird dream. Sure, you’ve had those dreams before, but when you still remember it 2 hours later, it’s a goodie. I still remember parts of a dream I had after returning from a High School Jazz Festival in Florida in the late 80′s. I need to write this down as parts are fading, fast.

Anyway, I was some sort of secret, undercover guy. The scene opened at night time. I had a storefront to complete my image of whatever it was that I was pretending to do to be legit. The next morning, the storefront would be vacant, just as it was three days ago, with a big black and yellow “For Lease” sign in the window. I walked over to the place where I would be waiting for some guy. He was the type of guy who people were starting to believe didn’t exist. Anytime reporters or the public would call, he was out of the office. You would end up with a message from him on your answering machine, but no one ever spoke to him, directly or over the phone.

So I went to the office to wait for him. I let the receptionist know that I was waiting, and waited. And waited. And waited. It wasn’t a regular office lobby/waiting room. It was like the DMV. A large room with off-white walls and yellowed linoleum and rows of white plastic chairs. I waited and waited. Skipped lunch to wait, and waited some more.

Somehow, I heard a commotion in the stairwell. No one else heard it, but my spidey-sense told me something was up. So I walked into the stairwell, and there he was. Just a regular guy, talking to two demons. Not really bad people, but demons, like on Charmed. I said, “So this is why you are never seen,” or something like that. The guy turned himself into a demon. Not just a regular demon, but a big, bad, ferocious demon with two big horns coming out of his head. You know that demon. He’s red, bald, and has two thick bull horns coming out the side of his head. I guess either he didn’t want to kill me, or I was able to disarm him with my satirical, rapier-like wit. Anyway, for some reason, he was afraid of me and ran out the emergency door, where he had a secret passage right on to an airplane. I ran out the side door and was magically in the airport terminal.

People were freaking out, “Oh, there really is a devil, and he’s in an airplane, Ahh!!” Across the way, I could see the British Airways Terminal. People were freaking out over there, too. Suddenly the windows on the British Airways terminals shook ever so slightly and emitted a puff of smoke. Magically, they turned opaque. As if not being able to see the people in the terminal would save them from the devil. Surely, it would save them from Terrorists, but the devil?

Then, the alarm clock went off and I woke up. I guess the moral of the story is to get ready for NaNoWriMo, and to get working on technology that will instantly turn bullet proof windows opaque.

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