After graduating from Gallaudet in 1994, I went back to my hometown and lived with my mother again while searching for a job. Two months later, I returned to D.C. for a week to visit Gallaudet in order to use their career center (That time, the web sites did not yet exist).
While in D.C., I stayed with my friend, Cindy, at her mother's place. There was another friend from Gallaudet, Brian, who also stayed with us for few days. We, along with other friends who lived nearby, frequently went out daily and "painted the town red".
(Don't you miss the good ol' days? :))
While I used the big sofa in the living room for the night, Brian slept on the floor and Cindy shared the bed with her youngest sister.
Every night, we would come home real late and I would immediately crash on the sofa, completely exhausted but happy to shut my eyes, without a worry in sight about having to wake up early to either go to a class or work.
One early morning, as usual, I slept in late.
Then I started dreaming something about being in a fire. Over and over, I tried telling the firemen to hose down the fire with water but of to no avail. I shook my head, still asleep at this point, worrying about getting out of the fire.
Of all sudden, I felt something splashing on my face.
By reflex, I immediately panicked and held up my arms to protect myself from the sudden onslaught of water but got drenched...
When the water finally stopped coming at me, I opened my eyes.
Confused and dazed, I looked around and saw Brian grinning wickedly and holding...
A water gun.