I couldn't run any further, when finally I reached the edge of something. I couldn't see an inch in front of my face, and I knew I had to get away, but I still didn't know what would happen if I went forward. What was on the other side? BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
I woke startled in a cold sweat to the lovely intrusion of my alarm.
"Perfect timing this morning my friend..." I mumbled to the alarm clock as I stumbled out of bed and towards the shower. I made a half-assed attempt to recall and analyze my dream, but by the time I got to the "rinse & repeat" portion of the shampooing, I decided it was much too early for a mini-psycho therapy session with myself.
After standing under the running water for at least a half-hour, contemplating whether or not to call in sick, I finally got dressed and poured myself a bowl of captain crunch. Why do I buy this shit? I feel like I'm eating sugar coated glass for Christ sake! No, I do know why I eat it, because it's on sale… fuck low paying jobs…What was with that dream? I don't even remember half of it, there were thorns, and purple and green, and an owl, maybe? That is defiantly the last time I eat my weight in marshmallow cream before bed. It was dark, and I was running…running from something, but what?
"Fuck!" I seriously just spent an hour contemplating my cereal purchases? I rushed to wash my bowl out and headed towards the bathroom, as I turned the corner I came face to face with the mirror. Well I've got twenty minutes to get to work and wet hair. Looks like I'll be wearing curls today.
By the time I got home I was too exhausted to even watch television. I went straight to my room, lit my candles, turned on some MCR and passed out. Before I knew it, I was in my office AGAIN working on the presentation with Garfield AGAIN.
"Shit, nooooo! I just got home, why, why, why?" Garfield gave me an irritated look before returning to his work. "Didn't you hear me? I said I just fucking left this stupid place, I hardly got to rest at all!" Garfield turned to me once more and said
"Yes, I heard you Raven. In fact, the whole office heard you." I raised my head just high enough above my cubicle to see that all my coworkers were staring at me. Luckily every pair of eyes belonged to a kangaroo. "Woah man, you could have had the decency to tell me this was a dream."
"Raven, this is your dream, you didn't make me a decent person. So I wouldn't have been predisposed to decent acts." I quickly grabbed a brownie off of Garfield's desk, realizing that dream calories don't count. "Good point dream Gar." I sat down and immediately went to work crafting a rather large "Fuck you Mr. Slade" out of the pages of our presentation. While I rebelled against my boss in my subconscious I chatted with Gar, and laughed and exchanged the typical witty remarks. As my project became more ornate I began to get rather tired.
I started to doze, when Garfield scooted closer and pulled my head to his chest. Normally I would have ripped his arms off and beaten him with them, but I was really tired, and this was just a dream…and as much as I hated to admit it, this felt really good. Garfield holding me just felt right. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
"Damn it!"