This story

I dreamed I was asleep. When I woke up, my whole life had flashed before me. I was trying to make sense of my dream. Figuring out what it meant to my life.

Interpreted while awake, annoyed about this sort of thing, happening again. While I try to make meaning out of it, anyway.

My life in the dream, was meant to be special, in some way. Standing for something or accounting for something of significance… I have ignored this until now. Why me, I  thought, not dreaming.

Let someone else do it. There are a lot of great people with importance around.
How many do we need.

This is the beginning of my next short story. I hope you will like it.

Ta da!
Andrea N Carr