Night of July 10th, 2008
I was back at school for my senior year, but I wasn’t at my high school. I was back at my elementary/middle school. I was standing outside by the window of the music room with Queenie and Andrew. There were a bunch of other kids there, too. My former music teacher came out to say hello to me. He told me he had gotten my e-mail, but I couldn’t remember which e-mail he was talking about. Then he quoted “The Simpsons,” and I remembered which e-mail he was referring to. He went back inside, but he stood at the window and stared at me. At that point, he looked like a character from “The Simpsons.” He had one eye closed, and the eye that he had open REALLY wide he was using to stare directly at me. He wasn’t smiling or anything. Queenie and Andrew were freaked out, and so was I. We all thought he was hitting on me. I walked away to the other side of the school where the tire swings are. Maggie, Susy, and Vicky were swinging on the regular swings. They were swinging the wrong way (towards the fence surrounding the school), and the tire swings were on the wrong side of the swing set. The three of them were holding hands.
My thoughts: This is one of the more nonsensical dreams I’ve had in a while. The last one I posted about was irrelevant, but this one didn’t have any point to it whatsoever. Most of the time my dreams have some sort of a plot that at least makes sense to me if to nobody else. I guess school is approaching, and that’s how I feel about it. It’s mundane, ordinary, it has no point to it. Haha.
