The Nigerian Happy Birthday

So as some of you may know (I know you're reading...I don't see you...but I know you're out there...) yesterday was my most monumental birthday yet. That's right, I turned...19.

Woot.

Well, after a crazy awesome day with my second family, tons of class, tons of studying, etc...I was bound to have some interesting dreams. I haven't been remembering them these past few days thanks to the re-adjustment to an interrupted sleep pattern/eternal grogginess. But, I closed my eyes...

...I've been here before. In fact, I often retreat here to escape the madness. I am a problem to these people. I am obsessed with this place. I don't belong, and even though they know I could fit in, I can't, due to some deeper meaning. My "guardian" escorts me away from the people I don't belong with in the jungle. Now we're on the beach. I don't want to go back to the real world! She can't make me! I love it on the island!!!

Are you kidding me? It's already morning time? My alarm hasn't gone off yet! I was really enjoying it on the island with my favorite LOST castaways...and I love my guardian, Kate/Evangeline Lilly . Let's go back there!

I'm now somewhere new. Damn. Where am I? Hey! It's my second family! God...we're so much older...not physically, but you can feel that we've aged in some strange way. As I hug and kiss the loves that are the First Year Players, and we catch up, we are seated in the cabaret-like area. Oh God...what's he doing here? The manager at our dining hall...nothing against him, but this is private. Oh well...

Damn! Awake again?! Why am I so sensitive to people shuffling about? Oh well...I shift position...

I awake in the lounge area right next to my room. I am sitting in a chair placed in an odd fashion. I'm facing the wall. I have no peripheral vision. Four men come in my view. They are my housemates...led by my Nigerian pal. They say nothing, but I know what's coming: They're about to sing "Happy Birthday" to me in his native language...Oh God, here it comes!

He begins to count: "1, 2, 3!" The four inhale getting ready to recite their masterpiece, and they---

The horrid beeping of my alarm startles me into waking up. I hop off my bed, hit it with the spite I have against it for ruining my third and final dream...I close my eyes in exhaustion, take a seat at my desk, and blindly scribble down everywhere I had been just hours, minutes, even seconds before.