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Edited on Thu Sep-14-06 10:47 PM by ElboRuum
OK. Here's the situation.
Your best friend and you are walking at night through the woods to a party at another friends house, because you decided to take a shortcut. Your friend takes a bad step on a fallen branch and cracks his head on a stump. He gets up none the worse for wear.
Somewhere else in the world, someone wonders about fallen branches in general and whether or not they make a sound when they hit the ground if no one was there to hear it. Coincidentally, you were wondering about people who wonder about that very thing at that very same time (which you didn't know, of course, you're not psychic. Duh.). Weird.
Anyway, this person gets a real headache thinking about this for just way too fucking long and gets an aspirin from the medicine cabinet. She reads the label on the back. "Acetylsalycilic acid", she thinks to herself. Why does she think this? It's on the label... she's, like, reading it... I swear, some people... Anyway, she takes the aspirin and the pain subsides, allowing her to get some much needed rest.
A few minutes pass and she has a highly suggestive, erotic, and overall pleasant and positive dream which transmogrifies itself into a highly sordid and frightening nightmare involving an unrequited and urgent need to purchase shelving brackets, and a talking Jell-O mold which recites Kafka and questions the relevance of her existence. She wakes up in a start. She immediately calls up her good friend from college who she still corresponds with regularly and tells her about the dream and what could it mean.
Her friend, on the other end, picks up a curiously handy copy of Freud's book on dreams. According to Freud, this dream simply means that she shouldn't eat Jello and read Kafka before bed. The shelving brackets appear to be a metaphor for finally putting up those shelves she bought a week ago but has been putting off. Funny, I'd always thought that Freud was a bit more controversial, vis-a-vis dream analysis.
Her friend, who had gone to sleep a little early and was now quite annoyed that she'd been awoken herself, hangs up the phone rather angrily, only to find that she's now wide awake unable to get back to sleep. So, she goes into the kitchen to make herself a sandwich, only to find that her boyfriend kicked the last of the peanut butter. Jonesing for a little PB+J, she gets dressed, leaves the apartment and walks down to the convenience store on the corner, right across the street from a wooded area where two figures are emerging. As she gets closer, she notices that one of them has a nasty knot on his forehead. They say hello.
What do you do?
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