I just dreamed for a moment or two this afternoon. I fell asleep to an audiobook called "The Parable of the Sower." No reflection on the book, I was just tired. My subconscious was working in overdrive, though, and I had a whole framework developed and some kind of life that I was living.
I was roommates with my friend, Jeannette, the psychic. I was playing an audiobook on my phone in the dream, and it was starting to piss me off. I kept hearing Bible quotations, and it was just bugging me. I tried, to no avail to shut the phone off, but you know how that kind of thing usually goes in dreams.
"If I hear one more Bible quotation, I'm going to fucking scream my head off," I screamed out the instantly self-fulfilling prophecy.
To add to the frustration, I saw that my kitchen trash can was inundated with tiny sugar ants. I stared at them for a while, half in denial and half in fascination, as they made their way up the side of the white plastic waste bin from parts unknown.
I noticed that Jeannette had left the room, and I endeavored to knock on her door to apologize for my outburst. I never got to do that, nor was I able to turn off my phone, which kept droning on and on until I finally awoke.
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