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RainDream

Wednesday Jan 5, 2005

Rain poured down her window pane. So much precipitation this early in the season was rare but not unheard of. She found herself quite frustrated as she had recently had developed a strong craving for outdoor activities and was forced to at best be a spectator. She consoled herself by reflecting on the positives of her situation, one of which was the brilliantly coloured cloud filled sky that was bourne of this turbulent weather. Never before had she seen such vivid blues and greys.

But even the view would grow tired after some time. So she turned to television to numb her mind and pass the time. The station rested on MTV. Her favorite band Hoobastank played their world famous song of which she mouthed every word. She drifted into sleep.

It was raining in her sleep too. She was no longer imprisoned in her room. She found herself deep in the woods. The rain of the woods created a symphony quite different than that of the city. Leaves as cymbals, branches as timpani, the lake nearby as the brass section, the wind rustling through as the woodwinds obviously, and her footsteps as the bass drum. The air was clean, a taste she hadn't had in her lungs since she had packed up her every eartly possession four years ago in Winnamucca, Nevada.

A white rabbit hopped past. It smiled at her and sang like Beyonce. But as she tried to pet it, it hopped away. Remembering the story of Alice she decided NOT to follow the young woodland creature. She walked on.

After a few minutes she realized she was growing quite wet and tired. She rested against a tree. She could hear something muddled coming from within its bark. She pressed her ear up to the old oak's healthy coat. More clearly she could now hear the Jayro Best New Artist of 2004 Maroon 5. She found herself relieved that the song was NOT She Will be Loved. In fact your humble narrator was also relieved to find this to be the case.

She walked on and stopped at the side of the lake. All of the sudden she had an insatiable thirst. She leaned all the way down to the water and cupped her hands to bring just a little to her lips. The water was near freezing and it jolted her. Abandoning the plan she began to run. To where she didn't know. I was starting to suspect that she didn't realize she was dreaming.

The forrest floor crunching under her shoes began to sound lot like U2's horrendous new single Vertigo . It sounded like that because I told it to. Lucky for her, I had told her to like this song so it motivated her to run harder and faster than she ever had before.

She ran clear of the woods and found herself at the foot of her driveway. Soaked but still inspired and singing every word she marched up to her window and peaked in. Asleep in a chair she could see herself. Though completely passed out she could also see that her sleeping self was singing too.

She once again jolted but this time it was the real her and not the dream version. She looked at the TV to find Kelly Clarkson singing her heart out. She was unimpressed. She turned off the TV and watched as rain fell down her window pane. She then stood up grabbed a jacket and an umbrella and headed outside.