Sophia and I had the worst flight back to Los Angeles. Sophia had a cold. The obnoxious couple in front of us had a crying baby. The airplane was cramped. When we arrived in Los Angeles, LAX was backed up because of the RAIN! We waited in the airplane for two and half hours!
This morning, back at Redondo Beach, Sophia is sick in bed, drugged up on cold medicine. She turned to me as she woke up from an unrestful sleep.
Sophia: “I had a weird dream. But it was so vivid. Like it was real.”
Neil: “About what?”
Sophia: “About the laptop. It was broken.”
Neil: “A virus?”
Sophia: “No, it was physically broken. And I really wanted to use the laptop, but every time I would lift up the top, it would just fall down and do nothing. Like it was weak. It was totally frustrating.”
Neil: “Could you turn it on?”
Sophia: “Of course I can turn it on, that’s not the problem. I kept working on it, over and over again, trying to keep it up. It was as if my life was depending on it. I kept on trying to prop it up. But the top would just fall down, useless. Up, down, up, down. And then I got tired of trying to make it go up, because it would just stay up for a second, then flop down again.”
Neil: “That’s a weird dream to have about your laptop.”
Sophia: “Yeah, it was especially weird because I was actually trying to use YOUR laptop.”
Neil: “My laptop?”
Sophia: “Isn’t that weird? Why would I have this dream?”
Neil: “Hmmm… You know, maybe you should take another Contac, go back to sleep, and hopefully you’ll forget we ever had this conversation.”
P.S. — Hey, what do you want? I can’t write heartfelt pieces about Kissena Boulevard forever!
