I was visiting southern England. I was lying on a headland looking out across the Channel, and I was enormous. I must have been reclining along several miles of coast, my body nestled comfortably in the dips and furrows above high cliffs. I listened to the waves crashing below and gazed out over the deep blue water. I decided I should take a day trip over to France, so I stood up and I was normal sized again.
I got in my car and decided I would drive to the Louvre, which was housed in a palace on a hill in a deep forest an hour north of Paris. Some American tourists I met on my way said it was really crowded, and that standing in line for the Mona Lisa was a bigger waste of time than waiting for rides at Disney World, but I pointed out that I was on vacation, and there was no such thing as wasted time as long as I was relaxing and not stressing about work.
I never did make it to the Louvre, though. I might have woken up and gone back to sleep, because then I was driving in the US, and I'd stopped for lunch, and was working a crossword puzzle. One of the long clues was a quote by Roger Rabbit that I couldn't remember. I knew where to find the answer, though, because there was a particular brand of cream soda in a gold and white can, that, when you popped the top, played quotes from that actor. Even after you drank the soda, you could put the end of some headphones in the empty can and listen. So I bought some soda, found the quote, and continued driving home.
Home, when I reached it, was our old house in the hill country, and Mom and Brooke still lived there, too. I went to bed, then got up the next morning, sure I was about to be late for the first day of my senior year of high school. I threw a change of clothes in my truck and started driving into town.
About halfway down our cul de sac road, I realized I was no longer in high school, and I was still in my nightgown, and now I was DEFINITELY going to be late for work. I made a three point turn and drove back home. I thought for a moment, since I was back from vacation but not back at work yet, and possibly just out of high school, maybe I could just take another week off and sleep. But that didn't seem right. Still, Mom and I decided I must be sick, since I tried to leave the house in my jammies, so she called my boss and I went back to bed.
When I finally woke up for real, I was very confused.
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