The Day the Cliche Stood Still
Jack woke up from a deep yet disturbing sleep. His dreams had been stranger than usual. Where he typically dreamed of some hot girl at school, or the latest and greatest video game, this dreams last night were more broad. Things shifted constantly. At one point he was kissing Allison Moody behind the bleachers, only to find himself running from aliens while dressed like a barbarian warrior. In another he'd invented some fanciful machine that could warp reality, only to end up flipping burgers...