In Trouble

All my life I've been a criminal -- luckily only when I'm asleep. In my recurring dream, the police are always hunting for me because I've done something really dumb and disgusting. Once, I dreamed that I pulled out a gun and robbed the diner where I go every morning before breakfast and where everybody knows me and knows my family. Another time I went to pick up the police chief's daughter for a date and ended up stealing the chief's car out of his driveway instead. By the end of my recurring dream, I am invariably running down a street with th cops hot after me, saying to myself, Why did I even do that? It's not like I needed to. Now I'm in trouble, in trouble in trouble...

Luckily, unlike real criminals, I get to wake up from my bad dream!

My Life is Ruined

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I am going through my desk, looking for papers I need in order to register for next semester’s courses. I see a wrinkled copy of my present course schedule. I notice that I registered for a class that I forgot about; I haven’t it attended all semester. It’s a crucially important, required course, and it’s one of the hardest ones I have to take. But it’s too late in the semester to drop it, and I have eight weeks worth of work I haven’t done. There’s no way I can catch up. I’m going to fail the class, a mark that I can never erase from my permanent record. I’ll never get accepted to graduate school. I’ll never get to pursue my passion for science. The worst part is that I always think to myself, “Oh no. I’ve dreamt about this over and over.

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