Holy cow, I wrote a book!
I dreamed that my brother complained,
"Dude, you didn't leave room for my car in the garage."
Well yeah, because I didn't know you were coming.
We decide to go out for dinner,
and I see that he squeezed a third car into our two-car garage.
We back out, and I watch the car fit through a gap of two feet
between my car and the garage door.
We drive around and decide to eat at an
at the home of my retired next-door neighbors
(across the street in real life at my old house).
At this point, my dinner partner changes to a former work colleague.
she tilts her head back, and her right eye bulges a bit.
I'm about to say something when it pops clean out into her hand.
I'm quietly freaking out, but she casually pops it back in.
It takes a while because it caught on her scarf,
so she has to tug the edge of her scarf out of her eye socket.
This is her real eye, not a glass eye.
She says, "I was afraid that would happen.
But from your reaction, it sounds like it was pretty cool.
I want to see it for myself."
She leaves for the bathroom
where she can pop her eye out in front of a mirror.
While I'm waiting for her to return,
the waitress sashays to our table
in a billowing green hoop skirt to refill our water.
I would have paid more attention to remembering the details of the dress,
except that I'm still shaking about that eye thing.
At this point, I was awake and couldn't
get back to sleep because,
y'know, the eye thing.
I was so shaken,
I didn't even bother submitting a review on Yelp.