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EDIT: None of you actually know the Chris K. and Quinn Something mentioned in this dream. Any similarity to persons is entirely coincidental.
It's one of those things that helps you sleep at night and wake up in the morning, the self-assurance that you aren't having dreams about high school. It lets you go through each day knowing "There's good odds that I'm a sane person ever since I never had a dream about high school." And that's important.
So last night I had a dream where I was at my high school which was somehow floating in the sea. Also oddly was a kid called Quinn who was walking with me, a person I distinctly remember commuting on ferry boats with, but who never went to that high school. Also walking with us was Chris K, another ferry kid, a guy I remember who was a year younger than me but so many years shorter. Last time I saw them, Quinn was technically shorter than Chris, but it was much more fun to point out Chris' shortness.
Now what I distinctly remember about Quinn was that he always wanted to mack on babes. That's why we got along so well, because I always wanted to mack on babes all the time too. Chris didn't really ever seem to have a motivating interest in macking on babes, Chris liked soccer and things. That's just one significant thing I remember about those two.
Anyway in the dream we're walking around the high school that they never went to but I went to but it wasn't floating on water when I went to it, that high school. We were having a chat walking down from the main entrance past the portable classrooms which were like awesome floating docks coming off the main ship. We were talking about macking on women, I can't remember what we were saying, except that Quinn mentioned "the site of the hug of the day" and I told him I would show him "the site of the kiss of the century". For clarity, no such places ever really existed.
We walked around the edge of the building/ship and stepped into a door, which led into a huge gymnasium that wasn't a part of my school as I remember it. And there she was. It was the first girl I ever "dated" but it really didn't count as dating. So actually I should say it was the first girl who ever deliberately held hands with me and nothing else. I wasn't even in high school yet when I held hands with her. In the dream, she waved at me.
I'm going to break this down so you can see how the macking took massive progress.
Try to imagine, in slow motion, me seeing her wave, and slowly turning, and prentending to catch a kiss that she didn't blow with the wave. Catching it in the air I put it to my lips, took it away and put it in my pocket. She blushed. That's points. Sisqo rings out from the heavens.
This is something like how the conversation took place after that:
Me: What's up?
Her: Not much.
Me: Doing anything after school?
Her: Going home.
Me: Why's that?
Her: Actually I've been having suicidal thoughts recently.
What the fuck. Right now I'm supposed to be thinking Holy Shit right? Like Oh Fuck what do I say now? But this is my dream remember, so I've just imagined her saying that while I was totally macking on her. So since this is completely normal, without missing a beat I'm like
Me: Maybe you should come back to my place instead.
Wow, so like, camera flashes everywhere. You've never been so impressed at a piece of macking. Sisqo lets out with an enduring "WhoooaaAAAAOOOoooh" and everyone's thinking oh my god. Not because I'm blatantly taking advantage of a girl with critically low self esteem, but because of the macking.
And she says:
Her: I dunno, maybe.
That's gotta be points. Actually that's gotta make my strategy the reference for any guy who's planning on macking on any girl... who's suicidal. You couldn't do better if you were in a dream and you had imagined yourself as significantly more pleasant than someone who hits on suicidal chicks, while being followed around by a guy like him (yes Quinn you would) and a guy who couldn't mack on babes if his life depended on it (be honest, Chris).
I woke up shortly after that, sorry but it was only the last bit of my dream that I remember. I wish I could tell you exactly where that conversation went, but that was it and I can't go back to dreaming because I need to get ready for a job interview.
I hope my dream ruined your day as much as it did mine. Happy halloween.
It's one of those things that helps you sleep at night and wake up in the morning, the self-assurance that you aren't having dreams about high school. It lets you go through each day knowing "There's good odds that I'm a sane person ever since I never had a dream about high school." And that's important.
So last night I had a dream where I was at my high school which was somehow floating in the sea. Also oddly was a kid called Quinn who was walking with me, a person I distinctly remember commuting on ferry boats with, but who never went to that high school. Also walking with us was Chris K, another ferry kid, a guy I remember who was a year younger than me but so many years shorter. Last time I saw them, Quinn was technically shorter than Chris, but it was much more fun to point out Chris' shortness.
Now what I distinctly remember about Quinn was that he always wanted to mack on babes. That's why we got along so well, because I always wanted to mack on babes all the time too. Chris didn't really ever seem to have a motivating interest in macking on babes, Chris liked soccer and things. That's just one significant thing I remember about those two.
Anyway in the dream we're walking around the high school that they never went to but I went to but it wasn't floating on water when I went to it, that high school. We were having a chat walking down from the main entrance past the portable classrooms which were like awesome floating docks coming off the main ship. We were talking about macking on women, I can't remember what we were saying, except that Quinn mentioned "the site of the hug of the day" and I told him I would show him "the site of the kiss of the century". For clarity, no such places ever really existed.
We walked around the edge of the building/ship and stepped into a door, which led into a huge gymnasium that wasn't a part of my school as I remember it. And there she was. It was the first girl I ever "dated" but it really didn't count as dating. So actually I should say it was the first girl who ever deliberately held hands with me and nothing else. I wasn't even in high school yet when I held hands with her. In the dream, she waved at me.
I'm going to break this down so you can see how the macking took massive progress.
Try to imagine, in slow motion, me seeing her wave, and slowly turning, and prentending to catch a kiss that she didn't blow with the wave. Catching it in the air I put it to my lips, took it away and put it in my pocket. She blushed. That's points. Sisqo rings out from the heavens.
This is something like how the conversation took place after that:
Me: What's up?
Her: Not much.
Me: Doing anything after school?
Her: Going home.
Me: Why's that?
Her: Actually I've been having suicidal thoughts recently.
What the fuck. Right now I'm supposed to be thinking Holy Shit right? Like Oh Fuck what do I say now? But this is my dream remember, so I've just imagined her saying that while I was totally macking on her. So since this is completely normal, without missing a beat I'm like
Me: Maybe you should come back to my place instead.
Wow, so like, camera flashes everywhere. You've never been so impressed at a piece of macking. Sisqo lets out with an enduring "WhoooaaAAAAOOOoooh" and everyone's thinking oh my god. Not because I'm blatantly taking advantage of a girl with critically low self esteem, but because of the macking.
And she says:
Her: I dunno, maybe.
That's gotta be points. Actually that's gotta make my strategy the reference for any guy who's planning on macking on any girl... who's suicidal. You couldn't do better if you were in a dream and you had imagined yourself as significantly more pleasant than someone who hits on suicidal chicks, while being followed around by a guy like him (yes Quinn you would) and a guy who couldn't mack on babes if his life depended on it (be honest, Chris).
I woke up shortly after that, sorry but it was only the last bit of my dream that I remember. I wish I could tell you exactly where that conversation went, but that was it and I can't go back to dreaming because I need to get ready for a job interview.
I hope my dream ruined your day as much as it did mine. Happy halloween.