April 27, 2001
Wait, that's a lie.
I was sitting on a young child's bed, and one end flew up because I was so heavy and it was so weak. Someone was lying in the bed and she said the bed was 25 years old, but very comfortable. Then she offered me a rocking chair for my room. I told that I'd be interested in looking at it, so we went to another room. Everything was fairly peach-colored, and the rocker was actually inflatable. I didn't want it. Then some guy ran by wearing a towel and hopped into the shower. I was suddenly only wearing a towel and getting ready to take a shower in other bathroom (there were two bathrooms side-by-side) when I heard him say that there was no more hot water. The girl freaked out because she knew her parents would kill her: no only would they be upset that there was no more hot water, but that she had guests over. I told her I could take my shower in lukewarm water and I wouldn't mind.
I woke up with this sentence in my head: "I'm going to paint my car eggshell. Wait, that's a lie and I never dreamed that."