This is All a Dream
As a group of nurses rolled my cot down the sickly-sanitized, white-tunnel-shaped hospital corridor, I laughingly acclaimed that we were all in a dream. I noticed one of the younger nurses was intrigued by my wild-eyed, nonsensical, poetically-loaded assertions.
“What’s your name?” the grumpy older nurse asked me.
“I don’t have a name.”
“Yeah, right… You have to have a name. Where did you come from?” the grumpy nurse sarcastically asked.
I pointed upwards… “From up there,” I replied with a wild smile. She became frustrated and sternly asked one of the EMT’s for my ID.
“HAHAHA, I told you, I don’t have one! I’m telling you! I’m lucid dreaming right NOW.
“Sir, we need to know your name and date of birth.” (For insurance purposes, of course.)
“I WAS JUST BORN… RIGHT *NOW*!”