I remember while I was asleep that someone dared me to try waking up. The way the challenge was presented to me gave me the impression that any direct attempts to wake up from a dream are akin to suicide. Exactly as reprehensible and selfish as suicide is viewed in waking life. So I took the challenge and spent the better part of a dream unsuccessfully trying to return to waking life. I kept twisting it into that Chinese proverb of "One way to be born, a hundred to die".

Each attempt to wake up became a single square in a grid, becoming a snapshot of my attempt. Soon my vision had one hundred of these boxes and I declared victory over my challenger. I was a sore winner and lorded it over him, whoever he was, and left the room to look for the Canadian Pacific website.

Now I didn't find the website but I found a bus terminal where they were showing off brand new mass transit technology. My fortune lay in the fact that I stumbled upon a remote control device. With this gadget I was able to start up busses and take control of other vehicles. Soon I had two busses called up from the underground garage and took them for a spin around the terminal's lot. One of the next vehicles I called up was a bright red monster truck that was unresponsive to the controls. Yes I know I called it up with the device and once it was above ground it wouldn't behave.

That's when Deidre came out of nowhere and hopped in. Reckon since she's from Oklahoma then monster trucks were old hat to her. She gunned the engine and sped downhill nearly hitting a bus. I tried to wrest control from her by wagging the joysticks to no avail. Her driving was erratic and this caused me some agita. The truck drove up around me then zipped downhill again out into the street where she lost control of the vehicle.

Parked outside of an apartment complex was the chassis for a bigger monster truck. Its tires were as tall as the monster truck she was driving. Some people were sitting out on the stoop watching her barrel towards the front of their building only to be stopped by colliding with the frame. Deidre was ejected high into the air from the front seat, tumbled then landed on her feet without any injury. Two of the people who had been sitting on the stairs rushed her, knocked her down, roughed her up then threw her up into the air again. Unlike the ejection sequence which went straight up, they tossed her to the side at an angle where she landed face first breaking her neck and leaving a crumpled pile of tits and red hair.

"Now this shit's wrong" I thought to myself as I ran down to engage the assailants rolling up my sleeves like Popeye. They rubbed two braincells together and understood what was on my mind and what I was fixing to do to them. They were shouting about how she almost killed them and they were completely in their right. One of the people went down like a ten dollar whore as I remarked they don't give Nobel Prizes for attempted astronomy. owait maybe they do lol wut. The two murderers were laid out before me so I dropped to my knees over their chests, grabbed their ears and began cracking their skulls on the pavement like a hungry monkey with a coconut. The last assailant told me that I'd be doing her a favor and rambling on about her life is complete shit.

That's when this hispanic guy behind me started shouting something. I turned around and saw he was pointing at some prominent veins on Deidre's shoulder and he began chattering more and shaking her.

Deidre woke up.

I looked down at the two cracked heads bleeding on the street.

That's when I really forced myself awake drawing in a sharp breath like a drowning man.

The song Que Sera Sera from the vidyagame Katamari Damacy was playing in my head.