HP what are you doing to me? Did you put something in the computers you sent me? Like is there invisible, addicting gases oozing out of them? If there is, please tell me, because weird things are happening.
Well, it’s not that weird, but why are you making special appearances in my dreams? Huh?? They’re MY dreams; I’m supposed to be the star – at all times (hence my pillow case) and they’re supposed to be nice.
About 2 nights ago, I had a dream/nightmare that I was riding the train in NYC, one of the elevated ones, specifically the number 4. The 4 line is always super packed, but there is always AC – it never fails. So I’m on the platform, I had just swiped my MetroCard and I’m there, waiting for someone, not sure who, and I’m there w/ like 5 boxes. 5 boxes ranging in size, like one super big one (thanks HP TouchSmart – I’m afraid of all massive yellow boxes) and other ones w/ handles, small enough to not need another set of hands. SO I’m there, waiting, and then all of the sudden, the dream skips a beat and I’m on the train’s platform, waiting again, and then I think to myself, uh oh, where the CRAPPOLA is my DV5 box?? – the easiest & lightest to carry.
I start freaking out, because despite me having all of these boxes, and absolutely no clue where I was heading, or why, I still cared for them – I mean HELLO! They are my boxes (until I have to send them back) so I freak.
I leave the platform, find a cop and start spazzing out telling him I’m missing one of my boxes, and then I start scoping the scene, and out of the corner of my eye, I see the box! Except its on the other side of the train, like going in the opposite direction. I tell a stranger, or maybe it was Mike, I can’t remember to watch my shit and I start running. I start running like I’m on the treadmill in my gym, trying to make it to the next mile – I jetted.
I get to the platform and grab the kid (he must’ve been like 13 yrs old) by his collar/shoulder/upper body (yea, I’m strong and I don’t care – the kid took my laptop!). So I start asking him tons of questions as I look down on him, and he’s a little smart a$$ so it just gets me more upset. I wait ‘til the cop gets there, and I grab my box back and give the kid a dirty look, and as I walk away I finally exhale. I have never been so afraid in my life.
There are a couple of things I hate in life – being late and losing things. I’m too responsible and can’t let lil’ things ruin my rep.
So HP, stop sending messages to my brain, I promise I won’t lose your products, geez Louise!