Warning: Distortion May Occur in Heat

                                          
                    I dreamed last night that I had found new, stylish, black shoes in my closet that I could wear to work. I also dreamed I threw the remaining pop-tarts I  purchased out the window and pelted both a gray speckled seagull and a waddling, pink pigeon. The brown sugar and cinnamon pop-tart flew like a ninja star to the seagull first, pelting him in the jugular, and ricocheted off, checking into the pink pigeon's under-belly.
     Now.... I don't normally remember my dreams, and if I do, I remember fragments. However, I think because I felt like I was being cooked alive last night, these dreams stayed with me more intensely than usual. Why I'm dreaming of pop-tarts and birds and shoes I don't know, but I do know that the heat in my building is unnecessarily high! Not to mention, I have this radiator by my bed that spews out steam ten inches from my face, where it sounds like bacon is cooking on the stove. To try and beat it, I literally have both my large windows open as much as I can, but it has no affect! This side of the building must not get any wind whatsoever! I actually had to put my fan on, with the windows open. So I have to pay for electricity to go on while the heat is suffocating me so much it's twisting my dreams into oddities that I can actually remember! My brain probably thinks it's dying, so it might as well latch on to these few simple thoughts before I croak.
     I feel like I'm in a college dorm room all over again, except this time the windows aren't helpful. Thank goodness I'm not paying for the heat in this building. If I were, I would have the windows closed and probably sleep atop my sheets, naked, with ice-cubes over every orifice of my body. I'm glad it hasn't come to that.