the Andrew Bailey

Running Out of Time

This dream I had rather recently, in the past 2 weeks or so. It certainly could happen, unlike that one dream, but I'm too alert and aware to let this one happen. And it was supposed to happen on a Sunday night. How fitting.

So I was somehow over at my parents house for the weekend. I was watching TV (how out of character of me, but it happens) when it was coming up on 9 PM. Except I realized that it was Sunday evening.

No big deal right? Wrong. Unlike some people, I work on Mondays, and Pittsburgh is about 3 hours two states away from my parents house, and I prefer to go to bed around or before midnight. So I act fast, gathering up all my things when things start going wrong. And by going wrong, I mean random lights start burning out. It was like I was cursed.

I somehow gather what little I brought, and jump in my car. I guess mom didn't bog me down with those things that mothers like to give you when you leave, and I got on the road in good time. I guess everything went well after that, disregarding the fact that I was running out of time.

I'm not sure what to make of this. Be vigilant and careful, maybe? Carry spare light bulbs?

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