JonBingus

My parents had a man over for dinner who was incredibly important. I don't know who he was, but he was very rich. I was in the living room looking at a shitty painting on the wall, and decided to paint over it. I created a visually interesting but totally amateur work, a big black canvas with writing on it and other stuff, looked like something from david carson, the text was asking a daughter to please say the pledge of alliegance next to two stick figures (father and daughter) and the rest of the imagery was interpretive messes depicting the debauchery and violence of america. It was a surprisingly cool painting considering I've never painted in my life. The rich guest in my house came in and looked at that painting and told me it was the most amateur work he'd ever seen. I agreed, and began reading a book of jokes quietly to avoid embarassment. When I looked up he had taped a canvas over mine that was even worse, and was smiling, he was kidding around with me and wanted to get to my level. I took off the canvas, and underneath was something that blew my mind. It was a painting of waves on the ocean, and each wave would stick off the canvas by 3-4 inches at it's crest. This ripple effect would cause the waves to animate very vividly when you walked toward and away from the painting, like those animated holographic childrens book covers. It was a breathtaking piece, with the most beautiful sunset and waves and I stared at it for quite some time.

Suddenly it all changed.

I was going to a stop far away to get something I had left behind, but I was so tired that when I checked my phone I realized it was pointless to go grab it as I would lose too much sleep. This is because in reality I am tired as fuck from lack of sleep. I got off the train and went on to the one going back home. I barely made it through the doors and started shuffling toward the very end and my feet made a funny tapping noise. I shuffled right past some girls, and one of them said to me how funny she thought the tapping was. I started talking to her, and we started doing playful boxing or something like that as the other girls chatted with us. It was a nice moment, just hanging with these strangers on the train. It was a very present moment as I wasn't talking or moving around, just sitting on the train talking about my day. The issue was that it was all way too real, and I was looking at my hands already which were normal, and I had my whole day figured out already, no dream confusion. Somewhere along that ride I awoke.

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