bomb-skipping, like rocks in a pond

Colby just called at oh three forty five and woke me up, and I'm thrilled he did, because what the hell is with my brain? I was having this wiggy dream.

( So I'm gonna try to write it down. This dream, she be loooong. )

That's when Colby called. I scrambled out of bed, nearly fell onto my computer desk, answered the phone.

"Did I wake you?" he asked.
"Yeah. God. Thanks. I had this nightmare. The city got bombed and I was trying to tune to B."
"You.. what?"
"I had this huge dream," I say, and explain it briefly.
"My professor said some people have dreams like that, and when they wake up they're tired from it."
"Welcome to my world."
"I'm gonna write a thesis about you. I'm not sure how but I will. You're gonna be my THESIS."
"Nkay."