Last night I dreamed that
I was living in a house with some friends. It was kind of an old house, and I guess I had just moved in [or was a very temporary resident] because I had only a bag of clothes with me. The day passed and people came and went from our home, but the memory is a blur.
The next day, I seem to have given birth right inside the house. I didn’t have any recollection of being pregnant, and the baby came out completely wrapped in a glittery black cloth not unlike the nail polish I’m currently sporting. It was tiny, maybe the size of a water bottle. Phammy came over to help me…clean up? Take care of it? Although we mostly just folded sheets and talked about when would be a convenient time to take it to the hospital, because apparently the baby was just fine wrapped tightly in the cloth and we wouldn’t have to worry about it for a while.
To take a break from thinking about the baby, I went upstairs to look for my roommate Angela, and I guess it was my first time upstairs because I was amazed by how different it looked compared to the rest of the house. The spacious hallway and rooms were finished in brand new wood, and everything was so new that doors hadn’t even been installed yet.
And that was how I unintentionally caught Angela in bed with J, her ex who happens to be one of my close friends. At least he was wearing boxers. They sprang from the bed in shock of being discovered, and I quickly averted my eyes and talked about how pretty the upstairs was, then made a hasty escape.
I also explored the basement, which was as cruddy as the upstairs was pristine. A guy stood greeted me at the bottom of the stairs and steered me around to introduce me to the place, which was apparently some kind of gaming room. It was dank and dimly lit with white, mildewy walls — perfect setting for some kind of gruesome horror movie murder. He led me over to what looked like an ice hockey table that had a soccer setup.
“What is this, hover-soccer?” I asked jokingly.
“Exactly!” he replied enthusiastically. A large, deformed guy came over and the two started playing. I pretended to receive an urgent text and went back to the first floor.
It was almost time to take the newborn to the hospital! I rifled through my bag of clothes and picked out argyle knee-high socks, a frilly miniskirt and a dark blue printed screen tee. Obviously I wanted to look as much like a scene pre-teen as possible.
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
