But here's a dream I need some help with. Maybe I could have discussed it with Dr. Skruleus, since he never really listened anyway. He was always too preoccupied with his knitting. But I think it's way too personal to talk about it with my current therapist, who always seems to be paying attention to what I say, and goes so far as to even take notes. Makes me nervioso. I'd much rather share it with my gazillion readers.
I'm sixteen, and I've been driving a convertible for years, as the most awesome people do. I stop to get gas, and I see this pretty girl, cuter than a salamander. She tells me her name is Sue. We chat, and I must say in all modesty, she seems pretty overwhelmed by my charm, wit, and dashing good looks. So far, nothing unusual, right? When it's time to say goodbye, I point my finger like a pistol and say, "Sue ya later." She jumps out of her car, all excited, and says, "Oh, my God. Wow. You're so awesome. I just have to kiss you." But she says it real fast, like it's one word. Omigodwowyouresoawesomeijusthavetokissyou. Like that.
She runs to my car, and instead of the little friendly peck I'm expecting, she leans in to give me a big, sloppy open-mouth smackeroo. And drops her gum in my mouth.
I chew it twice. Grape. My favorite. As I'm about to give it back to her, thinking this is the start of something beautiful, I wake up.
What can this dream possibly mean? Readers, if you have any ideas, please leave them in the comments below. Dr. Skruleus, if they have Internet in Montana, and you're out there, a little help, please.
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