I sat there waiting idly, watching people go by. I was not in the best of spirits, but it wasn't something unusually crappy that I could crib about either. With an empty mind and an interesting book in hand, I just sat there. I had gotten tired of reading and was just not feeling upto it. So I shut the book and put in my earphones. 'You're a big girl now' by Dylan came on. Wow.

As I stretched out my legs, staring blankly at people around me, my mind was marrying off the visuals I was seeing to the audio that I was listening to. Its astonishing how much your imagination can stretch when it really wants to. I was listening to the song and relating it to perfect strangers around me. And it made so much sense. Like it applied to each one of them...the bartender who was working like a programmed machine, the girls who were giggling in the corner, the old men who were discussing business, couples who were probably in love, and a group of guys who were pulling each others' legs. 'You're a big girl now'. "What a wonderful song" I thought.

Wait wait wait (movie-like rewind sound plays). WTH. I must be going insane. How on god's green earth did that song apply to any of those people? Even all the Dylan crypologists wouldn't relate that song to anyone but a girl. I seriously needed to get some sleep. These kinds of visions were scary.

I got up, stuffed the book in my big black bag, and began to leave. 'You're a big girl now' kept controlling my mind. It began making sense again.