In my dream, I was being held captive
in a mental hospital that used to be the gym locker room of the middle school I went to. The floors were green marble
and the walls were spotless white tile. Countless doctors and nurses were holding me against some machine while others threw chunks of banana
at me until I said what they told me to say. The phrase most often forced upon me was "I love Big Brother
." Towards the end, I actually did
love Big Brother, whoever he was supposed to be. Some weird 1984
memories I suppose.
During all this, I was waiting for my boyfriend to visit. He never showed up, so the doctors and nurses continued their torture. When Aaron finally called, I bitched him out for not coming to see me as he had promised. It turned out his stepsister had stolen his parking space, so he couldn't drive. Naturally I forgave him.