dieORlive?

Friday-March 25, 2005 (USA): The morning air left just as the light grew away from the windows. It seemed like nothing was outside. It was so dark. I don't ever recall being able to see the frontyard. Was there even a frontyard? I'd assume there wasn't. Mostly because I was out somewhere where there was nothing. There wasn't even the absence of something. It was complete blankness and I was completely and utterly at a crossroads. Where was I? That might have helped if I knew that answer. It usually does... to know where I was so I could decide which road to take. Except, there wasn't any roads.
     I'm not so sure there was even ground by this time. I was so high I didn't know what to think.
     No. Not high on marijuana! I was high on something else. Hey, and no one was around to agree or disagree with my reasoning. I was so confused. Thats when I realized it. I had been sleeping all along. And as I was sleeping I was asking people what I should do to get things done. I was expecting the answers from others. I don't even believe I even asked them to myself. Hey, maybe I did. As far as I knew... well, I wasn't listening to myself. Why should I?
     Just then David Letterman announced out of the blue, "Hey! Did you find the antidote yet? You didn't drink it all did you?"
     Okay... that came as a shock. I thought I was dreaming before that. Hmm... I'd have to re-evaluate my position at this point. "Antidote? Ahh... Yeah. I drunk it all." Well, I had said that before I realized the antidote WAS in my hands. "I did drink it! Wow."
     "Great. Just great. Now how do I cure my memory loss?" Letterman replied.
     "This antidote was a cure for your memory loss?"
     "Memory loss? ...What antidote? Do you still have it?"
     At this time I realized on my own it was time to wake up. Finally, I assumed this was all a dream. Why did I have these dreams sometimes? I wasn't sure really. It was time to get ready for the day so I didn't have much time to think ON MY OWN, so I hurried to wake up.