Flash

If you've ever had a dream where you hit something, your soul just jumped back into your body.

I'm a jumper. It's just one of those things about me. If you were to watch me, you'd see me jump at least once a day. My shoulders shrug, sometimes intentionally, sometimes uncontrollably. It's annoying and extremely embarrassing. It almost makes me not want to fall asleep in class. Almost. But, I'm overworked and undercompensated, so my head often slumps onto the desk and darkness overtakes my classrooms.

I don't often dream, and whenever I do, they are the dreams of an artist. Spider cloaks on disfigured aliens. Clocks swarming me. People lying dead from a second Holocaust. Bees talking to each other as they tower over Manhattan. A murderer staring me straight in the eye, blood still covering his face from his deadly dead, before he dashes into the distance. I guess you could say I watch to much TV. I read too many books. I think too much. All are true.

My dream often end one of two ways:  someone screaming my name to get me to do some mediocre task they could've done in twenty seconds or a sudden solid impact. I'd speculate to say everyone has them. Those dreams where they are falling from a building, and suddenly hit the ground. Only, I'm never falling. Well, as of lately, I haven't fallen. The earth just creeps up on me as a lion does its prey, then, when I am good and comfortable, its ass has slammed into my rib cage, and since my reflexes aren't very awake, I seep into the earth's ass crack only to awake minutes later in my bed.

The awake ones are the worst. I feel as though everyone is staring at me. I could just be standing still and all of a sudden jump. It's irksome, and I feel like a crazy person. Sometimes, I wonder what happens. Did I probe too deep into the universe? Did I accidentally see God? Did I go into another reality? I guess I'll never know since it's all gone in a flash.