About 3am I awoke and immediately got up and turned on the oven. No lights- I just turned knobs. I opened the fridge and grabbed my pack of tortillas, took one out, and placed it on a cookie sheet- top shelf of the oven.
Then I went back to sleep and fell into a dream....
I was riding my bike and about to blow a stop sign when I noticed a cyclist, waiting at the same stop sign, sticking their knee out as if to prevent me from rolling right thru. I snaked around, looked back to give a "nice try" look and was struck by the beauty of my would-be road blocker.
I stopped.
"actually I do want to stop with you," I began. We rode and our conversation went something like actions and their effect on reaching a more purposeful you....
Awake.
Downstairs on my futon. Instinctually I got up wondering if the tortilla was part of the dream as there was no smell and I didn't notice the stove light on. In the darkness, I switched the stove knobs off (it was on!), opened the oven door and reache inside. I pulled out a roasted to perfection, golden brown, crispy tortilla. I took it back to bed with me and, fueled with the nourishment of my dream, crunched on my tortilla till I drifted back to sleep....
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omg, i woke up last night and ate a tortilla too...but it had hummus on it... I AM NOT KIDDING. there must've been something in the air... my dream involved biking and swimming and a new boy that I have not met yet but am hoping to soon because he was very handsome, although sort of stupid.
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