Have you ever had a dream so vivid you wake up feeling like a criminal? You jolt up, eyes wide open, staring into the abyss of your soul wondering how many people you’ve drowned with one hand. 

 

Surprisingly, those dreams usually happen when you decide to snooze for another seven minutes in the morning. You are fully damn aware that you’ll be stuck in traffic and will be—for sure—late to work, but you take that chance anyway. And in those strange seven minutes your mind conjures up the most chaotic and confusing dream ever.

 

The characters of your dream are as follows: your ex partner was there. Your brother was standing in a corner—possibly swaying. Your most awkward coworker was abnormally outgoing. a person you winked at seven years ago was hitting on your grandmother. Someone was sitting on a chair typing on a computer whose back was facing you so you can’t even make out who it is. You—on the other hand—are there, yet no one is aware of your presence. 

 

A magician pulls a quarter out of your ear and it prompts you to move surreptitiously. There’s noise everywhere, yet everyone is quiet. There’s eye contact followed by awkward head tilts. There’s movement, yet everyone seemed so still. Right on the dot—right at seven minutes, your phone obnoxiously rings again alerting you of your non-dream state. Fortunately, you wake up. Unfortunately, you have no recollection of your dream, just that you are somehow very deeply disturbed in your existence. 

 

Not only are you now disturbed and late to work, but you are lowkey terrified of your grandmother’s dating history while simultaneously wondering—whether or not—that quarter was symbolic… of how broke you are.