Tonight was a night filled with Parties and people having fun. Invites and offers to enjoy the Holidays were plentiful...

I however found myself snoring myself awake with a dry mouth and a bladder full of rootbeer ready to pop.

I know I need to get out and meet new people, but could they really compete with the amazing characters I run into in my dreams?

I dreamed about seeing a girl I went to grade school with all grown up into a woman. She had tracked me down as part of a project, or book she was writing about all the boys she ever had a crush on and what they were doing now.

Since I lose contact with everyone, she filled me in on what I was missing in the world.

All the bullies were either in Prison or dead. The beauties were all old and ugly. The ugly kids were now all beautiful. The rich kids were poor and the poor kids rich.

We talked and laughed and walked through my past.

She handed me her book. The chapter with me I tried to read, but all the text was blurred and the ink ran off the page. My hands were Black. My fingerprints everywhere, but had no tiny grooves that one has that distinguishes them as individuals. Just Black dots.

I was no one...

Closing the book in Horror, I sliced my finger with the Mother of all papercuts. The tip of my index came completely off.

No blood came out, but like something out of, "The Andromeda Strain" a type of sand poured out of me into a growing pile on the ground next to my foot.

The woman laughed and said, "You've become an Hour Glass running out of Time..."

I jerked away choking from a dry mouth and throat.

All Tomorrow's Parties are Rocking without me as I sit on the edge of my bed typing this in my underwear.

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I am somebody! I know this must be true, no matter what the voices in my head tell me...