Sometimes I have the strangest dreams that make me wake up and wonder…what
the heck is wrong with me! Well last night was one of those nights and I really
did wake up and say “What the Heck is
Wrong with Me!!”
The dream starts:
My friends (Kristin, Shirley and Rosi) and I are going to the football
stadium. The Miami Dolphins are doing a pre-season 10K race before the first
game. Each team (of 4) got a catered lunch, t-shirts, tickets to the first game
of the season and some other stuff.
We stand in line at the packet pick-up table, waiting while everyone
checks in and picks out their seats for the football game later. Ironically it
is Dr. House behind the counter handing out the packets. He is telling everyone
how depressed he is that his show (House) has been cancelled and how pissed he
is that he has to now do crap like this instead. Personally, I didn’t care and
I just asked for an autograph.
Instead of handing us a bag with our number and t-shirt in it like
normal, they hand us a big red wagon with a 12 ft x 12 ft box in it. It takes
all of us to drag this huge box back to the car. We look at each other and
start laughing, really what the heck cold be in the box! We set the box next to
the car figuring once we are done with the race we will come back here, enjoy
the catered lunch and relax after the game and figure out what is inside the
box.
We start the race and for some reason none of us can run as fast as
normal. It feels like weights are holding us down as people rush past us and it
is so humid outside it’s like running in hell! Sweat pouring from us it takes
us hours…HOURS to finish the race.
As we drag ourselves across the finish line, we come in last place. Almost
everyone had cleared out and the event hosts are in the process of breaking
everything down. We ask after some water and our lunch because by this time we
are starving and they say everything we would need is in the box.
We make our way back to our car…exhausted and open the box. Inside we
find: water, a catered lunch (all laid out on a table) meddles, t-shirts,
snacks to take home, a bunch of goodies and a dead waitress, the waitress who
was going to cater our lunch after the race. It took us so long to complete the
run that she died in the box in the heat!
Of course we start to freak out! What the hell are we going to do! We
have a dead waitress lying next to us, her blank eyes staring up into the sky.
We start to debate if this is our fault or not.
We look around to make sure that no one has noticed this dead body fall
out of the box. Thankfully the coast is clear. None of us want to get in trouble;
it is not our fault she died! I mean really, who would put someone in a box
anyway and who would agree to be put into a box! One of us (I can’t remember who)
comes up with the plan or putting her into the soup to get rid of the body.
**Yes our catered lunch for some reason came with a steaming hot cauldron
of soup.**
So working as a team we all collect sticks (ironically not substantial
sticks but more like little twigs) and proceed to push this dead waitress into
the cauldron of soup. This crazy dead woman is heavy and it takes us forever to
push her in. As each of us gets sweaty we step back to rest. After like an
hour, she finally splashes into the pot and I poke down her leg that is
sticking out. We look around again to just make sure that no one is watching…
…and then I woke up. Really, WTH is worng with me! On my way to work I
told my mum the story. She just laughed at me.
