Sacha Baumann is an artist and designer living and working in Los Angeles.

Finally woken



(Yeah Jack, me too.)

Here's a nice dream I had last night:

It's my first day back at school and my class starts in forty-five minutes but I haven't left the house yet. I get in the car and but I can't pull-out of the driveway because the neighbors are having a party and it's blocked. People are milling around drinking and laughing. I keep glancing at the time. I'm on the road and it is raining furiously and I'm driving like a complete idiot. Somehow I can't get through any light without it turning red, but I go through anyway and then I'm in the wrong lane so I move over and nearly hit another car or I'm in oncoming traffic. This happens over and over. I keep looking at the clock, in a panic. I come to a tunnel and a car suddenly is heading right at me going the wrong way. I have to swerve violently to avoid getting hit. I keep driving through the tunnel and there are wrecked cars and injured people everywhere. I have to drive very slow and I'm getting more and more anxious about the time. Class starts in five minutes. Cleaning crews and police start arriving. Got to get to class.

Good one, uh? I'm thinking public transporation may be the way to go for the first day of school.

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