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I walked into the commons after school hours. I found much of my class there, sitting around. John puts down a chair next to him and invites me to sit down. He says, “You cheated!” and i reply, “What are you talking about? I didn’t.” He points to my stack of AP scores and says, “How did you get that?” He acted like they were perfect scores or something, but the one that I saw was really mediocre, but it was to the SAT scoring guide, and all I saw was six hundred something..which is kinda lame as far as it goes.

In my dream last night I was at a Fall Out Boy concert, like they never broke up.There wasn’t that many people there, just 30 or so sitting in a semicircle in front of the stage. I went and sat at the far right at the front. I talked with Pete at one point. 

Believers never die xo

I was left beneath the willow in the back yard as autumn came. The wind was up, and sun warm. Leaves fell down in whirls, getting caught in my hair. I wished that you could all come home…that you never left…that I could join you on the front. 

(P.S. I’ve been reading too much about WWII)

I kept returning to an old hotel to steal an enchanted novel from the concierge. It allowed me to travel back in time. Each time I missed what I was supposed to do. There were weddings: each time they got worse with less people, less food, less formality, less realism.

I was in my humanities class, sitting more toward the middle. It was a lazy day, people were around some sitting, some standing around in social circles. Doug came in and approached me. He tried to convince me to be with him like he’s done before. However tempting (like it always is),I couldn’t. There was a boy that I had made a promise to, and he sat close to me—behind, and more towards Curry’s side. Doug kept leaning in for a kiss, and I was avoiding them, but not wanting to make a scene. By now the room was quiet and everyone was looking. People seemed surprised that I was such a catch to this boy, and was trying to fend him off. No one knew about the other boy, and no one could know. I glanced at him with apologetic eyes, and he looked so sad. 

I was boiling water to make hard-boiled eggs. My elderly father put the eggs in before they were ready. Apparently the eggs became ready by stepping on the quickly to release the air pressure. So they were put in early, and some began to pop open at the top in the boiling water. I expected the egg bits to run out, but little chicks did instead. Now there was no pot or water, just a pin on a concrete floor with a bunch of retarded looking chicks. They had no feathers around their face; just raw skin with the strangest human-like features.

Military Training School

I finished Sprague and went straight to military school. It was so confusing, nobody would show me around, and I didn’t know where anything was. So many people were there that I knew, and so many that I didn’t: seniors from last year, the Wade brothers, and Bri( briefly). I only saw the dorms, the food area, and the racquetball courts. I was in room 800 or so, but I only saw about 30 other rooms, and I didn’t understand where everyone went. My roomates was a nice girl, we didn’t talk too much, but we got along. I hung many of my pictures in the room. The lunch schedule was very strict. I never seemed to have enough time to know that it had begun, what food was available, and where I could sit. It was very clear when it was over, and half the time I had to miss it. There was an exposed racquetball court along the same wall as the food area; someone was always playing in it. I wondered if there could be more courts. I took my bag down through te hall to an area that was labeled bag carral. There was a very attractive boy on one side if the stairs, leanig on the wall, and laying across the step by him was a girl, obviously uncaring that she was in the way. I went around them, but on my way back, I just hopped over her, at which she conviently stuck her leg up, and het purple Ugg clipped me. I landed safely, and the boy (we were introduced somewhere before) made a silly comment on my gracefullness. I smiled back at him, said sorry, and he smiled back at me. There turned out to be many more courts, but I wasn’t sure if they were all for squash. I never had enough time to investigate. I was always rushing around, trying to find my dorm room, trying to not miss lunch, and trying to have conversations with people, but they always had somewhere else to be. I was devastaded that high school was over. I reasoned, eventually, that many of my favorite people came here, and it could just be a new experience; a new adventure.

I was in the girls bathroom, and I slipped through the wall into the vending machine to get a bottle of water. I tried to go back inside but I was called out. I went along to the gym (from my elementary school). Ms. Hatfield was there for class. She led us out the side door, abd told us to ride a scooter buggy to the sidewalk so we could play an activity. They turned out to be shopping carts. It was quite hot outside, and I felt very attractive, but I forgot my water, and started panicing, worrying that I needed to go get it.

New sprague, new classes. Sat nex to Henry Coleman in health. Talked about catching bees. Went out back where there was a deserted pool. I was in there and Mrs. allen was reviewing the scavenger hunt. Next thing it’s all clean and public. Kazahnah and the girls are there, and litlle Mexican boys. I’m doing jumps into the pool. One time I encounter a little boy with a hot native older brother. Piroettes into the deep end then he comes back and I get out. My mom is trying to flirt with him, but he’s only interested in me. We talk about his school, he has a little crystal thing.

When you’re dreaming, does your dream self ever feel like the situation is strange, or doesn’t make sense? I suppose lucid dreaming could count too.

I arrived early to John’s (different) house. It was out in the coutry, and without so many trees. Next to the house was a massive construction site. It was all clay and dirt being dug up and around. There were cranes, trucks, and various other machines.

Walking through a foresty/farm area with bri on a dirt road. Saw movement of an animal in an enclosed farm, and assumed it was a horse. I noticed, though that it was too skinny to be a horse. I remarked on this to bri, and before I could finish saying that i said, “No, it’s a sloth! …It’s Seth!” We bust up laughing, continued on the road, and discussed how that must be the sloth equivalent of a colossal squid. Coming back around we saw him all cute-like, sprawled into the road, on his back, looking up at us. We said hello, and petted him on the head. He smiled and started talking to us. He seemed to be resentful of our reactions to him, and he started contorting his body into shapes of different animal, one of which was a giant squid. It knows that I’m terrified of squids, and it’s taunting us.

(ns) Helping my aunt move, go outside to meet up with Bri and Nick. Concrete is everywhere, like a big parking lot. there is a wall that runs along the south and east sides. We came to the wall on the east end and there was a structure build alongside (concrete, of course)  so that you could see over. I’m up there now, Bri and Nick are gone, but there’s four guys with me including Justin Bartha and Dave Lingwood. We were all trying to get a look over the wall, it was a desolate city with tall buildings, all gray. I see one start to move in the near distance, and it’s coming closer to us, so we had to get down. 

(ns) There was some social gathering outside where everyone was setting up shade tents and lawn chairs. I came with Riley Dorn and her crew. It was kinda awk, but they were welcoming. It started to rain, and people were all sneaking off to the forest, and I went with them.  We were all sitting around chatting, but it got dark very suddenly in there, and we had to leave. We had to hop fences, and I could jump over them no brob while the rest were lagging behind. We came to a cattle ranch we had to pass through, but the holes in the fence were too small, except at the enterence where it was really obvious. Ms. Simmons turned out to be the owner, and she caught as, but let us through.

When I was very young I didnt know that cartoons were fake. Or that the television ran by a half hour schedule.

My aunt found a man that she said she wanted to marry. I decided to organize a big fancy wedding for her with her father’s money, because he wante to get back in touch with her. After we spent millions of dollars, no one came. He and I were just waiting around, and I couldn’t understand why.

Ffw. At a foreign ( out of the country) house where I was staying with roomates. I was in my room and bri came in to give me my bra. She left and I was changing into it, hoping no one would come in, but one of the guys did. He was mediterranean or south American, and didn’t care if I was shirtless. I thought he was coming on to me, but he had a big paper shopping bag, and he pulled out a big red and black linen scarf. I got ready and we went downstairs ro meet up with the other people and go out.

Ffw. I’m at my grandmas house for some holiday dinner, and my aunt is arriving. My grandma says my aunt is really mad at me, and I feel so shocked, because I was trying to do something nice. She comes in an walks right past me. Eventually I learn that she doesn’t want to be married, and her house is being torn down. Scene changes to a big open house with a brick front, a large machine has ahold of it, and starts tearing it in half. I go to the steps and my mom is there trying to redo them. I couldn’t understand because they were so beautiful.