I had an interesting dream the other day.
It was set during the end of the world,
but I guess the end was slow coming
because the only thing that made it seem apocalyptic
was a black sky, and everything was dirty.
I remember going to a convenience store a couple friends (named Michael)
and the floor had just been mopped,
leaving the whole place was a puddled mess.
I stood in front of the cashier and stared past him for a few minutes,
and he apologized for not helping me,
giving me a rusty can of whipped cream and a small iced coffee.
I then walked around the store stepping in puddles
and sipping my coffee, until I spilled some.
Then a very large girl I almost knew high school years
shouted at me for ruining her floors,
and we all left.
While we were inside my car had been towed,
so I asked my friends where their car was,
but they didn’t drive there,
so we walked to a nearby warehouse where there was a party to find a ride.
I saw another person I knew in high school,
and as I approached him to ask for a ride he started sprinting backwards.
I yelled at him to stop running, and that it was an emergency,
but he ran even faster.
Then I woke myself up shouting,
“You’re not funny Chris!”
