Switching Gears! Let Me Present One of My Very First “Fictional Short Stories” Ever.

[Mister Obvious]

This "story" is fuckin' crazy...

Reminds me of a dream I had once.

Wonder if I could find the actual text of the dream.

Hmmm.

I know I have it saved, so let me try and find it.

Whoa...

I found it.

I usually don't share my dreams, especially verbatim, but I'll try and see what I can share of this one.

The imperfect grammar etc. is due to the fact that I immediately recount my dreams as soon as I wake up and sometimes it's in shorthand.

June 2015

Part of a bigger dream about kids and lots of magic. WH was on fire. Lots of mad people around outside. Pres. (Obama), myself and other men (white and black) went into this very small dark wood room that looked like a restaurant booth. I ask what are we doing, we should be getting out. They look at eachother like should we tell her? They say nah. We're seated looking out the window at lots of angry people around the fire. Suddenly I become woozy... we all fall into a woozy sleep and then start to wake back up. The room feels like it's wobbling. I look back out the window and it looks like we're whirling around in space (purple nebula). Then they say where should we go, and they decide Nebraska or Nevada (not sure which). So we go woozy again and then wake up and step out into a warehouse looking building. At first I thought there were only 3 or 4 men, but then a few more men came around the corner in the area of the building we were standing and sitting around in. They appeared to be resting momentarily from the journey, and some of them were seated on a wood palette. They looked at me like I was a bit crazy, and it was clear that the spacefaring booth was no surprise to them, yet I was reeling from the adventure.