Journal

Well, on my way to my shop that sells tons of totally different types of light bulbs, I saw the guy on my corner selling his knock off of palm pilots. I had never really even said hi to the guy, but I had noticed he was always there. I walked over to him, blue fuzzy slippers on my feet and all, and tried to strike up a conversation with him. The guy completely ignored me! Can you believe that? Just then I saw a new store across the street. Looked like it sold printers and other computer stuff. I went into the store and sat down in one of the very comfortable office/desk chairs that were up for sale. Man, was it comfy! Whoever made these chairs was probably making a whole lot of money. Pens and pencils were in a container on the desk making it seem like it really was a desk. I can't believe it but I fell asleep in that chair. Really weird. When I woke up everything was still bright as can be, except...

There I was in my office with the florescent lights beating down on me. I was going over the backup files in the company's computer making sure that all files had been backed up, when I was interrupted with a jingle bells ring tone. I picked up my cell phone and talked with my friend as long as I could, but suddenly my office door opened and one of my coworkers poked their head in asking if I was going home. I looked at the clock. Apparently I had talked the whole day away. I decided to leave and I walked through the doorway to join the group of people leaving, when...

I was standing in a hallway full of people, teenagers. I look at myself carrying a backpack with binder and holding biology notes in my hand. What the? Hurriedly I look over the notes and walk into the first classroom on the right. Taking a seat in the second row, I continue to look over my notes. Other students come into the classroom take their seats and do the same thing I'm doing, reviewing for a test on chapter 10. The teacher comes and says to take out a pen for the test. I take out a pen, and look at the 3-page test he puts on my desk. I begin to write, but...

I'm writing notes to a song on a measure. Huh? I'm looking at a computer screen that allows a person to mix sounds to create their own music. Several people are in the room with me, along with several instruments. There are microphones set up so that the sound they find goes into the computer. Wires are streaming across the floor to every instrument and microphone, allowing everything to be connected to my computer. My computer. I do know that much. It is my computer desk with my computer on it, that I'm sitting at. People start playing, and all the music data is emptied into the computer. They sound really good, all of the people together. I listen to them for a while and then...

I'm listening to a lecture from Aristotle and his contribution to philosophy. There were strange letters on the parchment in front of me. I know I always loved philosophy, but where in heaven's name did this come from? The teacher stands in front of the entire class. And the classroom is almost like an amphitheater. Woah. I think I stumbled into the wrong millennium. Aristotle's philosophy? I think I had read these books before. I can feel myself drifting off into sleep, but I want to stay awake for this...

I can feel my favorite pillow underneath my head, but wait. Wasn't I just in an office supply store, and then a business office talking to my friend, or a biology class taking a test, and then a home music recording studio, and lastly a lecture being given by Aristotle? I thought I was. Then it hits me. That was all a dream, my 5-day dream week. Wow, if I dream that every night, no wonder I wake up so tired in the morning.