A Jorge Luis Borges Case of Acid Reflux

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With sincere apologies to my favorite author, the great JLB, but this really happened last night...


Last night I was dreaming. I was in a strange land. This was not Las Vegas. Dusk was approaching. I was surrounded by green trees. It was misting and it felt as though it would break out into a soft summer shower.

There were people milling about. I did not recognize any of them until a very old friend whom I have not seen for ages suddenly appeared leaning on a cafe bar I had not noticed among the trees.

My dear old friend could fill in all the details of so many our common friends I had lost touch with since childhood. He smiled and motioned towards a glass of beer waiting patiently for me after all these years.

I took a sip and suddenly I was struck with the most painful, burning attack of acid reflux that I have ever experienced in my life.

Awaking from my dream, I suddenly bolted upright in my bed back in Las Vegas with the most painful, burning attack of acid reflux that I have ever experienced in my life.