You Think About the Dream

You sat at the edge of your bed and rubbed your eyes. You could hear a couple of voices from your alarm clock radio talking about something or other, but were still half asleep so you could only make out a few words, like "alignment," and "celestial," and "uncertain consequences," but it was all Greek to you. However, you had the very weird feeling that it was connected to the dream you were just having before waking up. You stretched out your arms and laughed as you recalled what it was about.

The dream was very weird, even by dream standards. You were dreaming of many colors enveloping you, granting you the power to live your life as one big porno with you as the director. If you wanted to, you could change the script, replace the cast, and redo scenes, all just by saying the word "cut." You thought that would be an awesome power to have, but knew that it would normally be impossible. However, you were also absolutely certain that it was true, no matter how ridiculous it sounded.

You felt that it wouldn't hurt to at least try. You opened your mouth to say the word and then your door swung open.