::begin dream sequence ::

i'm in a school cafeteria, at college somewhere, and i'm seeing all kinds of people that i know. it's a new cafeteria, redesigned from last year. things aren't where i remember them. there are booths, and i'm sitting in one of them, chatting with friends over breakfast. for some reason, i don't leave the cafeteria, i just hang out there.

later, my dad comes in to visit. i offer to get him some breakfast, and he agrees that he's hungry. to avoid him paying, i go up with him to get his food. i grab a tray, and then i realize that breakfast is over. they are serving lunch now, which consists of some kind of rice dish, chicken cordon bleu, fried chicken, and french fries.

we both go into line, my dad paying, with me just giving them my ID to swipe. the way the line works has changed. before you used to go in to the left, and go around an island thing on your left, with the food on your right, and exit in pretty much the same place that you entered. the island is shaped like an eye; oval buy tapered to a point at both ends. but now, the trays and silverware are on a counter on the left side of the left entrance, and you go around clockwise. people aren't getting the concept.

i'm standing in line, with my courier bag that i always have with me, and a very bulky box of some sort. it's hard to get food with the box and the bag in my hands at the same time. so i slide them under the counter hoping that no-one will take them. i get my food and exit. my dad is no longer there.

i go to the far corner of the lunchroom where i see people that i recognize, and i sit down. there's this girl that i know, one of those girls that everyone goes after, but never goes out with. she's wearing a white tank top barely covering her huge breasts, and a long orangish colored skirt, but the skirt is hiked up above her waist in the back. she's giving the rest of the lunch room a show.

i realize that i haven't seen her in a while, and i'm a good friend of hers, so i go over and say hi. she stands up to give me a hug, her skirt falling back into place. i give her a hug, and notice that her back's very bony. her spine sticks out like it's fun to do.

i sit back down, and consider eating. there's a commotion over to the right, and it's a bunch more people that i know. one of them is complaining because he just got his tongue pierced, but he lost the top ball. he's wondering what to do. he's the third person today who's asked me what to do about this same situation. i tell them that they really have to get the top ball replaced, but no one has a car to drive to the piercing place.

:: dream shift ::

all the people who had the problems with their tongue studs now are all better, and i ask how they ended up getting the piece back. they mentioned something about having them delivered and i go off on the value of living in boston and kozmo.com courier service. i tell everyone how you can get videos, DVD's and even food delivered in under an hour. that you can get cd's delivered for 10.88, which is cheaper than anywhere. i realize that i sound like a salesman, and shut up.

:: end dream sequence ::