Roadside Wisdom

This was anything but an insipid dream despite the broad roads that I was traversing and the dull monday-ish ambiance. Now that I think about it, nothing in the scene stood out. And there was no reason I wouldn't have thrown this into the null-pointer exception dream pile. But as I said, looks were deceiving.

My car halted on the side of a gas-station at a highway. The paleness of the day was fading into the paleness of the evening. I might have been smoking. I am not sure. I know, I know, smoking?? in the day?? at a gas station??? Dream-me is not exactly known for making well thought out choices.

A fellow rider materialized on my passenger seat, as they do in this world. We continued a conversation I did not know had begun.

Her: After all it is finite.

Me: (nodding in agreement): I suppose it is.

Her: No one can get any more or any less than what has been allotted to them.

Me: (processing the data in swirls of my cigarette): It could be less.

Her: (shaking her head): No no. No less. It is counted and all their seconds and breaths are accounted for. In the end, they will live only as long as they are meant to live.

Me: (brows raised in confusion): I thought we were talking about pizza.

Her: Pizza is infinite. (disappears)

In conclusion, I don't know who is dying, but I know what I am having for dinner tonight.