Bad Dreams
"Why me?" Connor groaned. He hated these weird dreams. Every now and then he dreamt about being chased by velociraptors, falling down a deep hole, having lost his money when standing at the supermarket cash desk and other crazy things.
Even though all those dreams were awful, he preferred the scarier ones to the embarrassing ones.
From the living room, Rex chirped demandingly. Connor had to look after all the lizards today as Abby had wanted to go into the zoo a little earlier than usual.
After feeding the hungry creatures and giving Rex an extra treat he slowly crept into the bathroom.
Today was important. Not only had Abby agreed to go on a date with him, he was finally expecting some acknowledgment of the work he had done with the Anomalies, too.
Lester hadn't told them who wanted to visit the ARC today but all bets were on the Prime Minister who had sent his assistant in last week to get more information about the project.
So Connor shaved carefully and cleaned his teeth thoroughly.
On the way to the ARC, people gave him some odd looks as they passed by. After seeing him every day they should have got over it by now, Connor thought. He couldn't understand what could be so terrible about his hat. He thought it was cool.
No one from his team was in sight in the ARC, so he went down to the Anomaly Detector to check it one last time before the visitors arrived.
There they were. Among some serious looking burly men in black suits, Lester walked in with an older woman in an unfashionable suit and an impressive hat , heading right in his directory.
Connor stood up. This was his big moment. Now he could finally display his extraordinary abilities.
He started to talk about the Anomaly Detector; he explained the mode of operation and the upgrades he had made.
After finishing the long monologue he crossed his arms nervously behind his back.
"That's all very interesting but please would someone tell me why this young man is standing there in his underpants?" the woman asked.
Shocked, Connor stared at the Queen then looked down at himself. There he stood, clad just in a tee-shirt and boxer shorts with little Rupert Bears on them, a gift from his mother.
I hope this is only one of my dreams, he thought as he ran out of the ARC.