july 27, 2012
i’m standing near a fence below a huge frat house. i guess i’m back in college, but i know i’m much older than the other students. i look up and see that the frat house is actually a massive treehouse. there’s a party going on at the very top. it looks like there are hundreds of people crammed onto a tiny porch. i make a mental note that it can’t be safe. i notice that the place is constructed of red brick with stark white mortar. it looks like kids cardboard bricks. all of a sudden the top breaks free and topples to the left. several students fall and i run to their aid. i try to help them but they look at me like i’m some creep. it must be because i’m so much older. i awaken and realize that i have been drinking. it takes me a minute to realize what i’ve done, that i’ve thrown away a year of hard work. i think i’ll have to give back my coin and, even worse, i’ll have to face pat and tell her. but i pick up my bottle of e&j brandy (strange because i’ve never had this before). i notice the shape of the bottle and the blue cap. i don’t remember how i got it. i think that i should throw it away but instead i take a couple of huge gulps while trying to conceal myself from anyone else. i can’t seem to stop myself. eventually i realize that i’m in a dream and that none of this is real. the sense of relief is enormous.
