Friday Conversation #45

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"The snake means you are hiding a secret."


"What do you mean, 'hiding a secret'?"


"That's what the snake in your dream means. You are hiding a secret that you don't want to keep. So, spit it out. What's your secret?"


Greg leaned back on the couch and shook his head. "No, no, no. You are supposed to tell me the snake means I am sexually repressed or some new age junk like that. That's what those dream interpretation books say."


"You know those books are bunk. They never work." Tom leaned in, "So, tell me what's your secret? I mean, it has to be bad if it's playing the starring role in your dreams. Wait, is that why you've been sick all week? Throwing up everything you eat?"


Greg frowned.


"Oh, come on, man. Don't shut me down. Tell me the secret. Get it off of your chest before it gives you a stress heart attack and kills you. Dude, you not even thirty. You've never been to Paris. Do you want to die?"


"It's not that dire. Jesus."


"You are getting stomachaches and vomiting, man. That's step one."


Greg slipped his hand into his jacket pocket and took out a mini-bottle of vodka. He unscrewed the top and took a swig. He raised his eyes back to Tom. His friend's face was in stone shock. "What?"


"When did straight edge boy start drinking?"


"I drink."


"As a sign of the Apocalypse."


"I drink!"


"You pocket mini bottles like the way some people pocket mints now? Where do you even get mini bottles? I thought they could only been found in the fridges of airplanes."


"I have my stashes."


"Internet stashes?"


"Internet stashes. Look, can we just talk about something else? Jesus, I would have to tell my dream to a psych major."


"And I would have to deal with a "let's avoid emotion" Aquarius. So, no. We are going to have a little Oprah meeting here before you start going hardcore whatever next."

Created: Jul 23, 2012

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