I have delusions.

In my dark house, while a storm rolled in outside, I clung to Christopher -- the love of my life.

My friends didn't like him, and I didn't like them for that. But when the storm hit, I ignored my friends and stuck Christopher into a lunchbox. He and I hunkered down in the garage. Somehow, maybe in a gust of wind, he and I were separated.

Only then did I realize what my friends had long tried to tell me: Christopher was an ice pack.

Then, I woke up.

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I originally documented this dream on May 27, 2010.