Personal alarm clock

I know it is time to wake up when I start having ridiculous dreams. Yesterday, I was bringing my golf clubs with me on vacation to Maine until someone told me it was February. And I had a conversation with a friend I needed to contact in real life.

This morning, I had to stop by the school I used to teach at. The faculty were having a party. I showed someone my phone and we traded for the day. Then I was told that my high school biology teacher was there and I should show him my phone.

I searched everywhere for him in this weird castle like building the party was in. Finally found him and I dropped about 20 years and was a giggling, shy high school student again. He hadn’t aged. I started rambling on about how someone had told me I need to show him my phone, so I typed in the password, but was nervous and it was wrong, but it worked anyways. Confused, I tried again. Then I really looked at my phone and saw there was a hardware keyboard. What? How did that happen? Oh yeah, I’d traded with someone else for the day.

Realizing the absurdity of the situation, I woke up.

I do wish that I talked in my sleep like Sleep Talkin’ Man.


2 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by Clark Cox on August 5, 2010 at 8:32 am

    How do you know that you don’t talk in your sleep?


  2. Good question. ;-)


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