this morning. I'm dreaming.

I'm going through the metal detector at work, and I get through fine, then I turn to wait for Josh Chasez while he goes through it, because he and I comprise some sort of country-folk singing duo. It's a brand new venture, between us, and it makes sense because JC has also recently joined Hanson.

I see, in my mind's eye, JC as a member of Hanson, and he's wearing the big fake hair that he had in the It's Gonna Be Me video. JC is a hard worker.

He leaves and I wave goodbye. I'll see him later because he's my partner and best buddy.

I go to the break room, to get some water. There are some people already in there; and one of them is Sinead from the bunny-o-rama mailing list. In actuality, I have never even spoken to Sinead-- but in the dream, we're on casual speaking terms.

She says, "So, you and JC, huh?"

I smile and say, "yeah."

She's rooting around in the refrigerator, looking for something. She finds it, straightens, she's holding a styrofoam take-out box. She says, "What is he really like?"

I scrunch up my face, because I know what people think about Josh. I say, "Well, y'know. He's . . he's the real thing. He doesn't--" and then I notice that Sinead's take-out box has little pastries in it, and I cut off and ask if I can have one.

She says yes. I eat it.

that's the dream.

--Alestar
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why am I soft in the middle now, why am I soft in the middle the, rest of my life is so hard.