The last thought I had before I fell asleep last night was, “I love sleep.” I really do. I enjoy nothing more than feeling tired, putting myself to bed, and then waking up naturally the next morning. Usually this only gets to happen on Saturday and Sunday, but every now and then, if I’m treating myself right, I can get into a good rhythm in the middle of the week. I usually have my most vivid dreams during those sleeps as well.
Last night was no exception. I dreamed my ex-girlfriend’s mom’s mother had died (and I classified her as such, not as my ex-girlfriend’s grandmother) and I went to the viewing. As soon as I walked into the funeral parlor, I saw my ex-girlfriend and her mom. My ex-girlfriend had on a platinum wig, she stared at me for a second, I smiled politely, and then she walked away. She always was a bitch.
I sat down next to my ex-girlfriend’s mom, offered my condolences, and she offered me some cake. I looked up at her with surprise and noticed that the funeral parlor had morphed into a high school dance in a gymnasium, with a Chuck E. Cheese’s in one corner. Teenage attendees were getting into fights all over the gym, and I was shocked by the sudden change of surroundings.
I turned to ask my ex-girlfriend’s mom what had happened, but she was gone, and so was her lying, cheating, two-faced, platinum-headed daughter. I shrugged, got up, and headed for Chuck E. Cheeses. The last thing I remember about the dream was that I was thinking how cool it was that someone FINALLY thought to install video games in the ball pit.
When I woke up, my first thought was that my last thought was how great sleep is, and my next thought was that I didn’t have any dreams, but I thought I remembered dreaming. I didn’t really remember my dream until I was in the shower.
