Tuesday, May 22, 2001 [by:Katydid]

true nightmare.

i'm running through my childhood home because my boss is chasing me. i dart into my mother's sewing room to hide. instantly, i look for a weapon in case he finds me there, and select the heaviest of three irons on her ironing board. sure enough, he comes crashing through the door. he's a big guy, over six feet tall, and his momentum sends him into the far corner of the room where his knees buckle from the impact. i rip his glasses off so he'll feel blind and vulnerable, then administer the heaviest blow i can right to his face. of course, i wake up before i make my mark.

i quit that job soon after.