So last night I had the strangest dream yet again. In my dream I was hanging out with Paris and Nicole. I’m not sure what they saw in me, seeing I’m not rich and don’t do drugs. Nicole was shocked that I didn’t take oxycodone for recreation (apparently that’s not considered a drug in the Hollywood partying circuit of my dreams). The dream took on a very strange dynamic. First of all, I don’t particularly like either of them in real life, and my feelings were no different in my dreams. I was trying to fit in, it felt very similar to junior high school, but at the same time I had ulterior motives. I was trying to gather information. Dirt if you will. I wasn’t quite sure what specific information I was looking for, or how I was going to use it to my advantage. All I knew was that I had to pretend to be “cool” so they’d like me. I didn’t want to blow my cover and fail my quest of… well, whatever my quest was, I didn’t want to fail.
Then we were in my car (probably because I’m the best driver out of the three of us, or because they were drunk or high on something, this actually wasn’t considered during my dream, we were just all of a sudden in my car, you know how dreams are…). I was getting mad because there was this little information center thing in my car and it kept displaying the wrong time. I blamed it on being in a different state. You see, I hadn’t ever driven my car out of state before, so it’s only logical that the clock wasn’t working because of that very reason. I was also getting frustrated because I hadn’t yet discovered the unknown information I was so longing to discover.
Then we were walking through a garage. It was the typical garage that belongs to the type people that fill their garage with useless inexpensive crap and leave their vehicles parked in the driveway. We were all looking for something amidst the tall piles of boxes of crap. Well, they were looking for something (drugs probably) and I was pretending to look with them, while still being frustrated that I hadn’t found what I was looking for. Then I hit the gold mine!! As skinny as Nicole was, she had the biggest cankles I had ever seen!! Huge and ripply, and as big as my thigh. I wasn’t excited that she had fat ankles, per say… I was excited because it pointed to a bigger problem. Just as clubbed fingers are associated with cystic fibrosis or congenital heart disease, cankles were associated with a medical condition too. Too bad I had no idea what the medical condition was. However, I felt confident that if I took this information back to my superior, they would have someone else figure it out. But then I started to feel bad. I had actually gotten to like Nicole through the course of my dream. Or at least, I didn’t hate her. I felt kind of bad calling these cankles out. I thought maybe if I waited long enough, someone else would point out her cankles and I wouldn’t have to. Fortunately I didn’t have to make the decision because I woke up shortly after my discovery.