I’m with Kelly, Tim, Nico and Zach Condon.
I blurt out, “You just have your own damn information, don’t you?
I am ignored. So I move on, and whisper to Zach, “Now you’re an interesting earner.” He’s confused, so I elaborate at full volume, ”We used to play soccer together.”
Zach: “Wait, you’re from Newfoundland?”
Me (putting on my incredible Manitoba accent): “Nope, Man-i-to-ba.”
The discussion turned to our names, and surprisingly, Zach says, “Now I liked my last name growing up.”
Tim asks, “Cooper?”
Zach: “Yeah, I bought a Mini car. So that when I got my soccer picture taken, I could have my name on the ⚽.”
Nico interrupts: “I want to spend more time sneaking little jokes into people’s houses who do acid.”
Me: “That’s all I want to do.”
I wake up in St. John’s¹.
Kelly will be pissed and won’t believe how I got there.
I focus really hard and finally manage to teleport back.
¹ [Dreamor’s note: Usually when I mention that I woke up, it’s waking up into another dream. This is one of those cases as well.]