Well adjusted.

As I remain more and more awake, the details become foggy. Oddly- there were 2 dreams. and the second one is completely gone from my head. How? Where? No.

It is still my apartment, but it is my minimalist apartment. Things missing, but the basics are covered. A party seems to be beginning. Or at least, more friends than usual are suddenly showing up. People who have never been here yet. Even my ex-girlfriend is here. My roommate. Also this pudgy, bald actor. Not so much, bald, but definitely shaving his head. He might be from CSI or Law & Order. Not too sure.

The ex is on my bed with this actor, I’m sitting on my dresser, everyone else is scattered throughout my room. My room. Oddly exactly as it is, the same amount of space, only big enough for us all to be comfortable.

There’s also a woman here I haven’t noticed. She decides we need drinks. Drinks and a shot. I don’t know where, but she got champagne and very expensive glasses from somewhere. Only about five of us want the drink. We all move to the dining room.

It’s here I should point out I was reading Ellison’s Invisible Man before I fell asleep.

In the dining room, a man handed me three 100 dollar bills. To pay off my debts, get some new clothes, etc. The dream-self knew, hey, this isn’t suppose to be happening to me. That’s when I realize no one’s said my name.

Back in my room, the ex is there with the bald guy, and she tells me, “He’s wring this brilliant show.” Oh? Explain.

He says, “Every episode is about a new character with a deformity.”

I stare. Not impressed. Just confused. I can’t even feign intrigue since it really does sound like a horrible, weak idea. I’m not jealous, I’m just truly unimpressed.

“Maybe I should elaborate. This one woman, her finger is stuck like this-“ and he has his middle finger bent backward. At this point I realize that hand has 6 fingers, since there are two on either side of the tucked one, as well as a thumb still there.

She is enthralled, he is smug, I am confused as to how this is a show. Even more so because it is evident he wants this deformity to be sexual in some extremely awkward way.

The young woman comes back and hands me the shot glass and the flute glass. The mixture in the flute glass is popping and snapping. I down the shot which refills itself so I do it again. As I raise the flute glass to my face and the popping gets louder, my window blows in with glass, snow and wind. My eyes spin and then here I am.