I grabbed a fist full of popcorn, tossing pieces into my mouth as the end credits began to roll. I stared at the screen a moment, sighing before I turned to face my best friend.
"Y'know, this fucking sucks," I complained, popping a few more pieces of popcorn into my mouth. "I wish this goddamn movie was our life."
"Yeah, man, for real. Our lives would be so much better, that's for sure," Rebecca agreed, getting some popcorn for herself.
"Man, we're hopeless," I muttered, nodding my head to 'Slow Ride' as the screen finally faded black. "We have the same conversation every time and nothing changes. It's always the same routine: go to bed, dream about it, wake up, long for the movie, watch it, and repeat."
Rebecca nodded at me, reaching forward to grab the remote. She clicked the television off, causing the whole room to go black. The two of us sat in silence a moment before rising from the couch at the same time.
"Best get some rest, we've got stuff to do tomorrow," Rebecca thought aloud, breaking the silence with her reminder.
"Ah, yeah, I forgot, man," I mumbled, nodding as the two of us started down the hall to my bedroom.
We got situated in bed, burrowing under the covers a bit. I yawned before muttering my good nights to Rebecca, getting the same in return. We promised to wake the other up if it was needed before bidding each other Dazed and Confused dreams.
I groaned, running my fingers through my hair as I sat up. I squeezed my eyes shut a moment before lying back down in my spot. I was way to tired to stay awake; it's not like I needed to be up anyway. Rebecca would get me when she needed me.
"What the fuck.." I muttered to myself after feeling around for a comforter for a solid minute. "I bet I kicked it on the floor, dammit."
I pushed myself to sit up once more, opening my eyes completely this time. I moved to look at the ground, just then realizing that I wasn't in my bed. My surroundings looked an awful lot like Pickford's Pontiac Judge.
"Since when can I lucid dream," I thought aloud, running my hands over the leather seats. I leaned over the front of the seat, taking a look out the window. I glanced around at all of the other cars, concluding that I was parked in the school's lot.
"Might as well make the best of this, Rebecca's bound to wake me up sooner or later." I reached forward, pushing the seat forward so that I would have room to get out. Grabbing the handle, I opened the passenger's door and slipped out. I glanced around, seeing some students walking the premises.
I smirked to myself, scoping out the parking lot for any of the seniors. Maybe they were all inside or something. I was alone in Pickford's car, so it would only make sense.
"Ah shit, there's Benny's truck," I said, grinning to myself before striding over to it. I had always wanted to see it up close, now was my chance. "This is the opportunity of a lifetime," I thought aloud, running my hand along the black paint job.
I reached forward, pulling on the silver handle and in turn opening the door. Unlocked, too? I'm just getting luckier and luckier. Just wait till I get to tell Rebecca. I looked down at the upholstery, seeing something I hadn't expected.
"Talk about ironic," I said, putting a hand on Rebecca's shoulder. I shook her away, patiently waiting for her to sit up and get her bearings.
"Hey, man, funny seeing you here," I joked, leaning against the open car door. This is some dream, alright. It's a wonder Rebecca hasn't woken me up yet. We have a lot of stuff to do today. How can I wake myself up from a dream again?
Rebecca sat up, furrowing her eyebrows as she looked at me. She cocked her head, staring up at me more confused than ever. "What the fuck..where are we?" she asked, chewing on her bottom lip as she waited for an answer.
"Texas, man. Ain't this the coolest dream of mine? Oh why am I asking you, you won't remember this when we wake up. I'll have to tell you all again," I replied, laughing a bit as I shook my head at her.