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I woke up too early this morning. To explain it properly...
I was running through the halls of the Gambino Mansion again. My hair was flying in my face and I could barely breath, but I kept running...it was Cindy's wedding day, and I had to stop her from marrying Gambino. I kept tripping over the long purple bridesmaid's dress I wore...but why was I wearing it if I wanted to stop the wedding? Too late, I could hear the bells ringing from the beach...but ringing "Jingle Bells"? That wasn't right...
"Cease your noise, ape!" I jerked awake, swatting at the hand that had just slapped my masked face, my hand meeting cool Zurg flesh.
"You will pay for that, beast!" the Zurg hissed, and only then did I get my bearings. I was on a thin mattress in a corner of a small room on the Mothership, a room crowded with other sleeping collaberators. The tune of "Jingle Bells" was the ringtone of my cellphone, which was loudly ringing, waking others up.
Ignoring the Zurg, I tried to answer the phone. It took me the longest time to see that I just had a text message. It said:
"hey sweeti, c my nu interview? no time to tlk, goin on a d8. luv u, cind"
Then I had to get through the chatspeak, including seeing that "cind" meant Cindy.! I was slightly shocked at her using so much chatspeak, but I guess it's ok in text messages... At that time I had no idea what interview she was talking about, but the mention of a "d8" was enough to make my dream come flying back. Not Gambino...
I franticly called her. No answer. Trying to think clearly, I called Mike, who I unfortunatly got. It was unfortunate because I woke him up, and then blurted out what she'd said in the message. He wasn't the slightest bit worried about her being on a date with Gambino (of course!), but he was very jelous. At least he sounded like he was, and hung up on me.
Too late, I saw that, far from helping Cindy, I'd made matters worse. Furious at myself, I went for a walk around the ship, barely noticing that it was just past midnight... Pretty soon my dream seemed like a load of nonsense. I'm getting parinoid! I'm going to have to get out of here if I want to stay sane...
That's not the worst part of being here. Something's wrong with the ventilation system, and the ship's full of an awful smell! The Zurg don't seem to notice, but we Gaians do, and I'm not the only one thinking of leaving. For now I'm making do with a thin gauze veil soaked in strong perfume, both bought for too much gold from another girl, but I don't think I can take it much longer. I wish I didn't have such a super-sensitive nose...