In my dream I was back at my parents house and I woke up, but I was only half awake. Because I was sleepy, I fought with everyone which was the pits. Then to get away from my grumpiness I went to church.
At church I could hardly talk or keep my eyes open, so my friends started muttering that I might be insane. I had to keep running away, sluggishly, from everyone I usually talk to.
When all THAT humiliation was over, I woke up back at my parents' house again. Was the church a dream? My mom and dad hovered over me with worried expressions as I sank into a coma.
Finally, I woke up for real. I'm safe in Pittsburgh with no more than the usual hint of wackiness in my personality.
Now the question is...will I wake up again? Yikes! I hate being paranoid.
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