METALLICA and the Monkeys

Sleepy Jean's off to never never land

Jimmy? Jimmy! Think fast!

The chalk hit me just as Mr. Gillis said me to think fast. The class laughed as he sucked his teeth chuckling.

Cheer up creepy Jean. This is no place to day dream.

Daydream? Gillis’ class was a nightmare - more of an Enter Sandman experience.

So odd eh?

Day dreams ?

Usually pleasant.

I’ve never day dreamed about nuclear war.

I’ve never day dreamed about being panicked and late for work.

Hell, I’ve never day dreamed about showing up late for work naked.

I knew I was forgetting something.

And that something was pants.

A regular nightmare was showing up late for work with no pants on.

No underpants either.

Nor a skirt nor sari.

Just a long t-shirt and me looking like a bell with a very skinny clapper.

Night time though? That’s when the night mares go riding.

Aside from dreams of nuclear war or moving a beach one grain of sand at a time using chopsticks, most of my most terrible nightmares involve encounters without pants.

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