Mezzanine

01/26/09

The Hispanic Lady Talking About Shrooms

I'm driving on a highway and I get off on an exit that leads only to a parking lot. So what else is there to do but park the car? I get out of the car and I start taking a small dog for a walk. I'm in a townhouse complex but where I parked is the only parking for the entire neighborhood. All the rows of townhouses are set in a grassy area and there's not even really any sidewalks. I'm walking this dog and he's just a super cute and friendly little brown and white fluff ball.

All of a sudden, the dog banks to the left and runs to the end of this row of townhouses as I'm chasing after him because he's still on the leash and runs up to the porch of the house on the end. The inner door is open but the outer glass door is closed. A woman comes to the door and opens it to let out a medium sized dog and my dog and this other dog are like hanging out. So the owner and I sit on the porch and I told her something like, "my dog must have wanted to see your dog!"

Then, in Spanish, we start having a conversation about how she was just involved in a car accident. She was turning a corner and she ran straight into two cop cars. I asked her for a cigarette and she goes into the house and brings out a cigarette and a yellow clear Bic lighter. I hand the lighter back to her and tell her that I have a lighter in the car. Then we start talking about a book she's reading about shrooms. I tell her, "no way! I'm reading the same book!!!" So she brings me into the house into the den and starts showing me all the books she's reading. They're all wrapped in clear plastic like they're collector's comic books or something.

Then it's time for me to leave and I get my dog and we start walking back to the car. Now I'm at a busy intersection and as I'm about to cross the street, this little rice burner car comes barreling across the street and comes within inches of hitting me and my dog! I was so scared that I picked up my dog and ran across the street crying because my dog almost died! Then I get into this car with this red headed guy who I think was Darryl, a guy I knew briefly in high school. I ask him if he would take me to drop off my Netflix at the nearest mailbox.

Grey's Anatomy Bus Accident

I'm in a hospital. There's been a terrible accident and the waiting room is full of people. There's a guy with no arm. His arm is actually behind the check in desk hanging from the ceiling. I tell him I'd love to help him, but I have some people to check on and I'll be back in a few minutes. He seems really calm.

I walk down a hallway and peek into all the rooms and see that everyone has visitors. I feel like this is strange because it feels like it's two or three in the morning. Everyone's hugging someone. Then I walk into a room and see Dr. Sheppard and Dr. Bailey spooning in a patient's bed asleep. I think I woke them up somehow and Bailey gets all mad at me because she's just been in surgery and needs a nap! So she gets up and I guess goes off to find another bed. Dr. Sheppard asks me if I have the patient's medication and I get it out of my pocket for him and hand it to him. I see that the bottle is filled with white pills and there's one dark blue one in it. I tell him that's my ibuprofen and I put it in there because I didn't want to get pocket fuzz on it. I leave the room and Bailey comes out and starts bitching at me again, so I go and hide in a bathroom.

I get out of the bathroom and remember I have to find the guy with no arm. I go back to find him and he says he wants to introduce me to his wife and two little girls. His wife is a girl I went to high school with, Tiffany. I give her a big hug and tell her I'm so sorry. She seems not to care that her husband has lost his arm, either. They're either in denial or they're taking it really well, I think! So Tiffany takes me into the waiting room to meet her twin daughters. They look like they're eight years old. She grabs one girl's wallet and opens it up and hands it to me. It's a learner's permit. I'm wondering how old these kids are and then how old I am because there's no way Tiffany can have fifteen year old daughters.

So I start talking to the girls. They're both very smart and they're working on homework. Go figure, it's Spanish homework. So I start helping them with it and I see that they've drawn pictures in place of words they don't know. So I ask them who drew these and that I thought it was a combination of the both of them and they said yes... this whole part of the conversation was in Spanish. Then Tiffany starts writing down the side of the page, "dance dance dance." I looked at the one girl and asked if she liked Justice and all I could think about was D.A.N.C.E. "Do the dance... do... the... dance!" She looked at me kind of puzzled at first then caught on to what I was talking about.