Last night I dreamed that the balcony fell off my apartment. Like, I walked over to the sliding glass door and there was nothing on the other side but 10 stories of empty air. Then I would wake up and go "oh my god, that was just a dream!", get out of bed and go into the living room only to find that yes, my balcony had indeed fallen off. And each time I dreamed this there were additional details: I saw the chunks of concrete scattered all over the entrance to my building; and then there were emergency vehicles there because someone had been hurt; my mom was saying that it all wasn't very surprising because the construction hadn't looked solid.
Imagine my surprise to come out and see that my balcony is actually still there.
I have a sneaking suspicion this just might be the highlight of my day.
5 comments:
Hehehhehehehehehehehehehhehehehe.
p.s You're a post deleter.
I prefer the term "history revisionist".
Hey. I learned from the best. ;)
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I was just about to say the same thing.
I had a weird dream last night too, it woke me.
Hehehehehehehehe.
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