Dreamin'

Last year when I took AP psychology and we turned to the chapter on dreams I realized how few dreams I remember. As I sat in class hearing all of these ridiculous and funny dreams I sat quietly twiddling my thumbs wishing I had cool dreams to recount. While I don't remember many dreams when I was little I had a strange recurring dream that is in no way interesting or even relatively entertaining. I have never told this to anyone before so read very carefully as I attempt to tell verbatim my dream.

I was a little boy of around twelve and I shivered as I sat quivering against the cold waiting for the familiar sight of my dad's grey 626 Mazda. Out of the corner of my eye I suddenly saw two six foot tall robbers. (I don't know how I knew they were robbers, I just did..) They apparently thought I had something to be robbed so these two gigantic robbers chased me from my spot on the curb back on to the Fremont High School track. I began to run around the track and the robbers chased me. This went on for approximately 45000 hours until my alarm woke me up back into the real world.

I'm terribly sorry if you read that I realize you probably have millions of dreams that are way better than that, but as for now that's the best I've got. I guess I'm just gonna have to lay my head down and keep on dreamin, hoping that one day I will receive a present from the big man upstairs, in the form of a really awesome dream.