I know you, right?

I ran across a woman the other day.

In a sense, at least.  She was the one doing the running.  She was coming at me from the other end of the park.  Something about her gait, her swinging arms, her countenance struck me as familiar. I'd met her before. I wasn't completely sure where, or when, but I knew I had.  There was no way this was the first time I was meeting her.  Where did I know her from?

"Excuse me, sorry about that..." She caught me off guard with her apology. I know her. I just know it. But how?  From where?

"Sir? Can I have my frisbee back?"  Right, that's why she came running over to me. Not because she recognized me in the same way, but because her frisbee had rolled into my leg.  But I know that I've met her before.  No, not met, knew. I knew this woman.  I knew her very well.  Why?

She thrust her hand out, a bit impatient at this point.  "Sorry," I said, shaking a stupid grin off my face, "I zoned out for a bit there.  Have we met before?"  I handed her the frisbee, studying her face for even a glimpse of recognition.

"No, no we haven't.  If you'll excuse me, I've got a game to return to."  She ran back out to her friends. I watched every step, unable to shake the feeling that I knew her. I was starting to feel like I owed her an apology for something from weeks ago. What could I have possibly done to this woman? She obviously didn't know me, but I definitely knew her.I felt so close to figuring it out, it was right there, her name, her name was--

And life goes on.

Lost my job recently.  Yeah.

See, we received an order from an ex-coworker, and the working manager at the time said to put "(coworker's name here) sucks" on the box.  Well, he thought it was a little humorous  as was the goal.  His parents, however, got kind of mad about it, and complained to corporate about it, so BNPC had no choice but to let me go...  Whatever.  I now deliver for a sandwich shop, so that's cool. The pay is better, it's more relaxed there.

So. Interesting stories? Um... I've had some bizarre dreams lately.  Those have been fun.  It's usually things like my friends trying to murder me, which is probably something important psychologically, but I'm not sure what.  And for those of you who do read this, yeah, it's been you.

See, one friend was chasing me with an ax the other night.  My other friends just watched it happen. I asked for help, pleaded for her to stop, but all my friends would do is shrug, and say "It was bound to happen."

Another friend tried to garrote me.  That was unusual and terrible.  Thinking about it, actually, it should've been unfeasible, since my friends are generally shorter than me, and would have trouble trying to do such a thing.  But it's a dream, and dreams don't make sense.

Another friend had a crane thingy (some sort of giant construction equipment machine) and a wrecking ball, and was whipping it around to try to smash me.  These dreams, while slightly disturbing, have been quite exciting I suppose, since I fear for my life.

It's all fun and games til I wake up screaming.