I saw my life, but it wasn’t like I remebered it… much less dramatic. It was kind of like an episode of I Love Lucy. As if it was in front of a live audience. A chair floated past and I sat on it, staring at the television with my head cocked to the side.
It was odd to see my life pass before me, actually frightening. Was it an omen? I had to wake up, and fast. I pinched and poked my self, jumped around, trying anything to get myself to wake up. Finally, my eyes opened and I was back in my bed, covered in sweat.
What was that all about? I wanted to know if it was a sign or if that salad dressing was a little past bad.. I looked over at my clock. 3:48. It was too early [[or late]] to think about this now. I needed to go back to sleep.