Dominic Parry Realtor

Look what I typed by mistake on an essay I handed in!!!

In my dream I’m sitting at the bus stop outside my dream apartment, and my dream roommate is sitting next to me. He’s feeling all abandoned because I don’t spend enough time in dream land and giving me the guilt-trip stink eye. He says he needs money for plumbing and I’m selfish for not giving him any. I give him a half a five, it’s cut along the decorative edges, not down the middle. Apparently it’s something I do in dream land a lot because the other room mate comes outside and has my entire collection of cut up and doodled-on money in a ziplock bag. It’s almost enough for the whole plumbing job that needs done. There are some other friends going down to the smoking tunnel and I hang out for a while but it’s clear to me I don’t fit in and I’m preoccupied anyway. Then I go to my job and it’s some Star Wars office and I have George Lucas’s little doo-dad thing that’s a living robot that acts but people think it’s just a prop. It goes talks to George, I think it gives him therapy then he leaves and it goes in a case under the coach. Then the main assistant comes and I tell him to take it and the password for the case is Password, but I guess I forget to mention the P is capitalized.