OK, all you Daniels and Josephs, give this one a shot:
This was over 20 years ago, and I remember it like it was last night.
Had to be from God, right?
It opens with me riding a tricycle to work. (It only gets better!) It's very early, still dark. I decide to ride by the house we lived in before, to see how it looks. I slow down to get a look at it, when the door opens, startling me a bit. I turn around to head to work, as a lady emerges from the house, holding two leashes with black panthers attached. This startles me even more!
I keep my cool, but pedal a little faster. I look back and see that the lady has dropped the leashes! The panthers are following me! I pedal faster! I look back, and the cats are running! I panic! I jump, and pull the trike up with me, hundreds of feet in the air, and I'm safe! On my trike! (Not thinking ahead to when I land -- it's a dream thing.)
But, in midair, I turn to find out the panthers have jumped too! (Think it can't get weirder? Keep reading.
) I am face to face with one of them, mere inches away. It smiles. But where its teeth should be, there are instead red, glowing numbers:
5:59!
Then the alarm wakes me up, and the clock on my nightstand says it's
6:00.
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