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Dream Incorporation |
| Written by Robert Quintin Penn | |
| Friday, 23 May 2008 | |
The dreaded realization that I was sitting in a desk was the first thing that came to me. Looking around, I saw the white paint on the walls, the ceiling tiles, and the light blue floor. As I expected, the blinds were closed, and the overall appearance of the room was the average not too dim, not too bright variety.
Looking up, I saw my English teacher sitting on a stool, checking papers at her podium. Then I looked down. Did you ever think how much power a two dimensional piece of paper has? It was a test, a test on a book I had never heard the title of. So here I am, sitting in a boring class, with a test that I definitely have not studied for.
I continued to sit, arms across my chest, looking around. How this situation occurred was beyond me. I was usually caught up on the reading. Besides, I should be able to answer at least one question on that test. Swiftly bringing my right hand behind my ear, I drew my pencil down to the paper, preparing to quickly answer whatever I could. But something stopped me. A sound. The sound of an acoustic guitar...
Bolting my head up, I saw my teacher sitting with a guitar, rocking back and forth, playing the beginning of Led Zeppelin's Stairway to Heaven. “Wait a minute. This cannot be happening. I must be dream-”
Sitting up in bed, I saw the red numbers cutting through the darkness, staring directly back at me. The mellifluous guitar solo from that legendary song emanating from the clock radio. Gladly I would have gone back to sleep, chuckling at having such a dream, until I remembered it was a school day. Sure enough, I had a test in English, and I knew that Jimmy Page was not going to help me out of it. Copyright 2008 Robert Quintin Penn |
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