One morning I woke up with a vision, a thought, an idea. I laid there thinking to myself, this can’t be real, that would never happen to me. Well, I was still excited that I have even dreamt of feeling such a way that I shot out of bed and sprinted down the hallway. As I approached the kitchen I was in deep thought now “hmmm, what kind of cereal do winners eat” as I was scouring my pantry in which only carried corn flakes and a bag of expired rice creeps. I knew people like me don’t eat that kind of cereal so I grabbed my keys and headed out the door, only to get in my car to notice I wasn’t wearing a bra and I was in house slippers. Marching back into the house I settled for a boring bowl of corn flakes, I know how terrible right? Anyway I managed to get a bowl down but before dumping my milk down the drain I heard a noise coming from my room, “RING, RING, RING” I dropped the bowl and hustled to my room leaving a giant milk spill on my mothers new favorite rug, “Hello, this is Lauren my I help you”, I muttered into the phone as I heard my mom yelling in the background “Are you serious Lauren” I couldn’t help but chuckle at how dramatic of a tone she had used as if they don’t make another rug like the one she had purchased, (mind you it was $5 from the dollar store). As she was mumbling curse words under her breath I heard a stern voice come over the phone “Miss. Rhodes is that you” I was a little thrown off but responded as quickly as possible “Yes, yes it is, may I help you?” I heard a wrestle of papers over the phone as though he had stumbled upon my resume. “Well hello there, my name is Mr. Kingles, I am here to inform you that you have been chosen for the upcoming interview in Los Angeles, next week, at approximately 8 am. Remember to come prepared” I didn’t know what to say, it’s like I was living my dream, only in real life. “OMG, thank you so much, sir, I will be there, thanks again for considering me, I am beyond grateful” I heard him hand the phone over to someone new, a lady then began to speak, “Miss. Lauren, my name is Jennifer, I am Mr. Kingles assistant he ordered me to tell you we will be expecting you January 9th at approximately 8 am, please come in the main entrance, thank you, have a nice evening, bye now” She hung up the phone and I couldn’t help but scream, could this really being happening? I tossed my phone onto my bed and jumped right next to it looking at the ceiling, there’s no way I just predicted my future all within one dream less than 24 hours ago?