They just keep on coming. This one was around 4:40 this morning during what must have been a pre-earthquake before the 4.0+ quake shook us awake like an angry mother trying to get her kids up for school.
It started as an anxiety dream where we moved to a new house and the neighbors were part of the Gotti family. In the course of many strange occurences, all the Gotti kids were having a sleep-over in several bunk beds that all started careening across the bedroom floor, tipping and breaking and traveling in manic fashion. Suddenly, it became part of a Broadway musical and the kids all started singing "Rock & Roll High School." Stagehands came running and patched all the split wood with duct tape. The bunk beds continued ka-lumping across the floor. The kids kept singing, trying to hang on. The last chorus, they all sang in unison, "Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap! Rock & roll high school!"
And my bed shook me awake, the windows rattled, and a bottle of shower gel fell into the shower stall with a thud. If you're going to be awakened by an earthquake, make it a musical event.
Filtered through the brain cells of Lisa McElroy
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