I hate waking up scared like this.

I didn't get a lot of sleep, and I had a bad dream last night. What a night. I'm blaming the poutine. The bad dream... I don't even remember how it happened. I was in bed thinking of Yazz, and then I guess my mind drifted off to earlier in October/End of September, when I had my canoe camping trip.

It's really weird.

What happened was we went on the trip - that part was apparently the least important 'cause I really don't remember what happened - and now here's where it starts to get weird (already? yeah. bad dreams for the loss.) - we're back, but this time it's a lot earlier than 7 or 8 PM, right? We're back at around 5, as we were supposed to be. I miss Yazz and my parents, he's the first thing that comes to mind though. I don't have my cellphone at this moment, so I walk over to the metro (Brian isn't with me this time a long). I notice that something is different.


There's all of a sudden another line. The three days I was gone, there's another line. I see a friend / classmate passing and I go: "Well, isn't that weird?" and they nod their head but continue on their way as if it's happened to them before and it's nothing to be suspicious about. (Yes, I know the white outline of MTL is horribly drawn.) Anywho, I get to outside of Cote Vertu (that's on the orange line where the X is) and call someone from a payphone. It was either Yazz or my "house". I flip through the contacts (Yes, all of a sudden I'm using my cellphone) and I see Yazz's number, so I try to call it right? No answer. "Damn it Yazz... It's only the 8th of November." (Yeah, the date was the 8th of November. XD Talk about Random dates.) anywho, I try calling home, but it's not working. I think about it, and these are the numbers I dial:
766 4962
769 8417
Now, neither of them are actually right for my own house. At this point I'm for some reason down town and a lot, I mean a lot of the buildings are pretty much broken down. You can see all the inner workings of 'em - the steel beams, fenders, girders... all torn down. I don't even question how I'm down town all of a sudden, really. (FYI down town would be the green line + the orange line in the middle.) Two random people pick up: The first one I go: "Sorry, wrong number" because I did remember that it wasn't 4962 any more. I call the second one, and I'm really sure that it's my mom who's going to pick up, right? Here's the introductory exchange that happens between me and the person on the phone: 

"Hi mom!"
"...hello..."
"It's Jen"
"... who...?"
"...your daughter, mom, it's me, jennifer"
"i don't know a jen..."

and it just follows from there on, more or less. Eventually I hang up the phone completely distraught and lost, because I can't get in contact with the people who mean most to me.
So, I'm freaking out now, and flipping through my contacts to see if anyone remembers me, but I just don't call anyone. I'm randomly at the metro again, at a map, staring at the purple line... and wondering what the fuck's happened in the last three days that I've gone. Nobody remembers me, nobody is going to pick their phone up...

Yeah, I think that's a little creepy. Needless to say, as much as I wanted to stay in bed I really did not want to continue that dream. So there, I typed it out. Now, wouldn't that spook you?