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So tell me what the fuck this dream means…

I’m in Las Vegas– I’m not sure why. We’re lying on the ground way outside the cities– there are no buildings nearby. We are then for a while; it was sunny, a thunderstorm rolled through (I remember being pissed it moved mostly to the north) and was on it’s way out. While I’m busy hitting on this very cute local, I hear shrieking, and see (to my horror) two girls fall through the cloud deck clutching each other, as well as one balloon and one beer (can of Miller Lite). They are wearing blue and gold dresses and heels. They hit the ground about twenty-five feet away from me with startling force. I race over expecting the worst, but one girl is kind of groggily moving around on her hands and knees, while her friend seems to be twitching and rolling her head, but seems unconscious. I tell everyone not to move either of them, and have them remain as still as possible until the EMTs get there. The Las Vegas chic was also a volunteer EMT or something, so she jumped over them and I’m not sure what happened. I went off to call 9-1-1 because for some reason I needed to run like a mile to get service. I got through, and remember telling them the address was MY street address from Ithaca– some sort of weird Las Vegas coincidence, or my brain isn’t witty enough to think on it’s feet during these dreams. I got transferred 3 or 4 times; to the hospital, police, and fire and rescue services and I think some administration department for someone. Finally someone went, but not for like a half an hour (I later looked at a digital clock, it was 1:18 AM, this accident happened at 12:27 AM according to a police officer). I’m not sure how it happens, but I end up at a hybrid police department/hospital where the police come in to get a statement (although people who greet me at the front desk are administrators from Cornell). The police walk in– one black, one white– both with crazy-ass walking sticks. We get into this discussion about how I wasted their time, and the department’s money, and that they only thing they cared about was the death count on the wall (which stood at 115– no clue over what time). I kept saying “Wait, are you fucking serious?!?” They kept responding, “You should have just waited ’til tomorrow. I mean, she was gonna die anyway” (they only mention one, I assume this is the unconscious one). Right on cue, a doctor (who looks like the Colonel from KFC) walks in and with a chuckle says “oh yeah, she’s dead.” The police officers laugh and look towards me and go “see, kid– you just need more seasoning,” at which point everyone disbands laughing. I’m irate and confused at this point, but get up to leave and find my friends since it’s now very early in the morning. As I’m leaving, I see that girl, with an expensive silver necklace I had been looking into buying for someone (I don’t know who) around her neck. She smiles, winks, gives me a little wave, and gets in an elevator. I’m not sure if she wanted me to follow, and my waiting caused the door to close. Then I woke up.

This was seriously the most vivid, crazy dream I’ve had in some time. I almost never remember ridiculous details, but this one I do.

No drinking on planes I can fall out of.