thewingedword

I was completely exhausted when I got home today, three hours of standardized testing and then another test in a hard class. I checked my e-mail, listened to some music, and then fell asleep on a chair. Maybe it came from taking a nap in the middle of the day, but I had the most vivid dream...

I was sitting in a chair, something like those plastic egg-chairs if one was stretched out to make a sort of lounge, and made of grey fiberglass with a seat covered in cracking aqua-blue vinyl. I was riding on something like a cross between a boat and a hydra-plane, the body of the boat suspended about five feet up between two water pontoons like sled runners, with two stacked propellers attached in front powering it along. I was holding a little radio/walkie talkie in the palm of my hand, a tiny wireless dark blue battered cylinder with a grille and a knob, and I was talking to William Beckett from The Academy Is, just chatting about something random. We said goodbye, and he handed the radio off to Gerard Way from My Chemical romance, who said "Take care," and I said something like "Don't be a stranger" back, and then it was just cruising along the water in this weird color-haze like the effect from Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow.

And then my dad, who was fooling around with something up front, got a pole stuck in the propellers and it hit him in the side and knocked him into the water, the propellers broke and he sliced his leg open somehow, and the boat stopped with this great lurch that rocked the chair and slammed my arm into the deck. And dad was in the water screaming and swearing, mom was freaking out and saying "Oh, Joshua"- which isn't my dad's name, and I rather vaguely wondered about that- and I was thinking "Shit, he broke the boat!"

Weird dream, I'm telling you.