On the line of Fiction.

last night i had a crazy dream and it went something like this: yannick and i were invited to this party for ten days. it was not a cruise, but it was not at a huge house and apparently it was really hard to be invited, so i felt happy and honored that we were to join them. yannick had some really cool job and was making lots of money, and i was doing an independent study with pernicone, an old history professor, on russia and female oppression in the 18th and 19th century. well, anyway, the house was pretty awesome. big, open, not too many expensive things and a big kitchen and lots of doors. there was a nice view but i don't know of what. i only remember that there was a nice view. anyway, yannick and i were sipping on some wine... some classy wine, when he excused himself from me and i could see him walking over to another woman, but i did not think anything of it. anyway, exactly as he did this i started to think of my classmate brett and apparently in my dream, he had cancer and we grew to become awesome friends. i felt bad because i was not taking care of brett, or at least making him laugh, and i was out on this ten day adventure. so, i could not find yannick anywhere so i retired to my room hoping that he would come back in a bit. that night he did not come back but was there when i awoke in the morning, so i thought everything was fine. the next day we were on a yacht and it was a smaller number of people involving beer. someone was making me laugh and my mind was elsewhere, on russia i think i remember, and on my friend from dublin, chris. i saw yannick talking into a woman's ear, the same one he talked to the other day and i started to get a bit worried. you know, thoughts entered into my mind like "she's beautiful and look at me... yannick deserves someone more beautiful, he deserves someone who can be sexy, he deserves someone who can please him..." and as these thoughts were racing in my mind i walked over to them. the woman stopped smiling and yannick just looked at me. i remember my phone ringing with a text message and it was to say that brett had died so i left the yacht and spent the day writing letters in my room, crying, feeling horrible. the next day someone picked me up and as yannick arrived in a limo with the woman, the man next to me said "shes beautiful, eh?". i remember that he had a deep voice, older, nice, trust worthy, and some irish accent. i smiled and said "he's been spending a lot of time with her..." and he replied with "oh, don't you know? they have been hooking up quite often on this trip..." and then my world crashed. i pulled yannick from the car, and i remember i was mcdonalds and i threw it out but everyone was still laughing at me. i pulled yannick from the car and preceded to ask him "why why why why?" and all he could was smile. i said "don't you care about me?" he said "of course, i'm sorry, it was just a small mistake." and then i said "a small mistake on the day that my only friend here has died." then i woke up.

--rachel