So, I never remember my dreams, and when I do they are always terrible. Absolutely pointless or scary or dreadful. They are just never good dreams. So this morning I had a terrific dream! I met this boy, who was pretending to go to the same school as me, but who wasn't taking a single class there. He was tall, probably around 6'3 or so, with neat but shaggy dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, fare skin, and who was really funny. So I started talking to this boy to find out who he was because he always seemed to be where I was and was, in a very noncreepy way, my "stalker". So I started a conversation with him and found out he didn't go to the school and I was laughing about it and was ready to ask him why he was there despite the fact he wasn't enrolled when my mother came in and woke me up. Now, this would totally be understandable and I would be extremely thankful seeing as how it was around 8 in the morning and I normally wake up at 7 to get to school by 8-8:30, but today was taks, and seniors are exempt. It was probably the worst way to start out a day. To have this really insiteful dream only to find you cannot get half way through it b/c your mother was concerned about waking you up on time. God, sometimes I don't know why I do this day after day.
I'm watching Garden State again.
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