Thursday, April 09, 2009

Dream Dialogue

Upon learning that I've been entered into an auto race:

"You want me to race that?"
"But I could die!"
"You have to. We've already printed the flyers."

Luckily I get out of this sticky situation. In my backpack, instead of the black jeans and leather jacket I am supposed to wear, I find a formal, floor-length floral print gown.

"I can't race in this."
"You're right. Call it off."

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