The Comfy Corner

People say that dreams reflect our inner desires. We can discover the truth about ourselves by analyzing our dreams. What do you think this one means about me, then? Please keep in mind that I am naturally very dramatic, so my dreams are very vivid and high drama.

I had just committed a high crime and I was sentenced to live out the rest of my days on the side of a volcano. The crazy thing about this volcano? It was housed in a giant warehouse. So there I was, sweating profusely on the side of this volcano-in-a-warehouse, suffering my sins and I was fighting to get to the top because at the top of this volcano was the greatest gift of all: weed that never burnt out. That's right, an endless bowl.

So I finally made it to the top and I grabbed two huge handfuls of the priceless greens and I bolted my way down the mountain to the door of the warehouse. I slowly crept out of the door (apparently the security in this volcano prison was not very high, since they didn't even lock the door) and I started to run. I got a good head start, but I knew that they were going to realize I was gone. Sure enough, I started to hear the sirens sounding, and the dogs barking. I panicked! I knew that if I had the weed on me, the dogs would be able to trace my scent, so I dropped the weed and ran. I found a small trailer and I slid underneath it. I did the classic cling-to-the-bottom-of-the-trailer-so-they-can't-see-you-if-you-look-under-it.

But then, a pair of boots came up right beside my head and a deep, masculine voice said, "You can't get away that easy, boy." And a big hand reached under the trailer, grabbed me and pulled me out. He threw me on the ground. I looked up at him bravely and uttered "You'll never catch me." And I ran into the woods. And the last part of my dream was like the end of a Twilight film or something. I was darting through the woods at warp speed and there was a voice over. I can't remember exactly what it said but it was something like "So there I was, forced to live out my days as a fugitive running from the law. That's just the price you pay when you're" dramatic hit in the music (yes my dreams typically have orchestral soundtracks) ...and then I woke up.

I was not on a volcano. I was safe and sound in my comfy corner.