I Can’t Make This Stuff Up… Yes I Can
I was on my way to Coppell Middle School West with my twin brother, Jeph. I had to take a six-week make-up course because there was a standardized test that I missed in 8th grade. Apparently these tests are a big deal because even though I am done with all schooling and I am 30, I still need to go back and take this course. I’m not sure why Jeph was taking the course. So my sister-in-law and her husband are driving me and my brother to the school when we gently sideswipe a Camaro from the mid-1990’s. Fortunately we are right outside the school parking lot so we can walk to the campus while the in-laws mess with all the insurance stuff. The guy in the Camaro seems really cool about things. It was kind of weird walking into the school, but the staff greeted us at the door and we started to explain why we were there. The lady that met us at the front was friendly and said two other girls were already checked in for the course. She joked and said “too bad it wasn’t a cooking class because the names of the other students were Fawn and Tina.” I tried to think of a witty comeback but nothing came to mind so I fake laughed while saying “oh really?” The lady explained to us the course would only meet on Wednesdays and it was taught by James Taylor… yes, that James Taylor. I was pretty excited, I thought “hey, I get to meet James Taylor.” Not that I am a fan by any stretch, but it will impress some people. Later I found out that he teaches the class via video and that just wasn’t as cool. Oh well, it’s only James Taylor.
…It’s at this point I woke up, it was 4:30am. Where did all this come from? How did my mind come up with all these weird details? Fawn and Tina? What the heck is that? This was one of those dreams that seemed so real yet I have no idea where these things came from. I didn’t have to get up until 5:15 so I spent the next 45 minutes thinking of that witty comeback.