Break Free

I have the strangest dreams.  I don’t know if I would prefer remembering more of them or never remembering them at all.  Anyway, last night inside of the dream I was living with my old roommate again.  I was asleep, somewhere on the 3rd or 4th floor of the place when he woke me up to tell me that he was facing more criminal charges and that I would have to figure something out at the end of the month.  This didn’t alarm me, I figured I would just wake up and get on with my day and line some stuff up.  I took the elevator down to the main floor, which opened into a pharmacy and I proceeded to walk up to the front counter.  I stopped at a news stand and picked up a newspaper from the bottom shelf and began to browse the headlines.  Something in the news shook me to my core.  I dropped the newspaper, dropped and spilled my coffee everywhere and made a sprint back to the elevator.  About halfway there you reached out and… idk, clotheslined my chest and wrapped me up, not an easy feat.  I was struggling to break free but it seemed to be a losing effort, you wouldn’t let me go.  It was the strangest feeling, balancing something that felt nice with what seemed to be the end of my world from what I read in the headlines.  I don’t know what happened or how things ended up or what was on that headline but I know that if given the choice between staying or leaving to face the reality of the headline on that newspaper… I would have stayed, each and every time.  

This was a slaughter, I know.  I would have edited the dream 3 times but like I said before:  That would require me to learn how to read and write English. I don’t have the time and my trained monkey doesn’t have the patience to transcribe.

I just thought you should know that you were there and it was nice.