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I had this bizarre string of dreams last night that coalesced into the weirdest story.
I was in college, and I had a memory from high school that plagued me. During a lecture on AIDS (on AIDS Awareness Day), I was called out of the classroom by the principal. For some reason, this made all my classmates think I had AIDS. Instead, it was because one of my high school friends, Elizabeth, wanted to tell me that A) She had AIDS and B) she wanted me to be at her wedding. The weirdest part was that she wasn't getting married to anyone...she just wanted to have a wedding with no groom. I don't remember the logic behind this. Anyway, after the wedding she and her mom and her new stepdad (who doesn't exist in real life) moved away.
At college, I was approached by two other high school chums (one of which was Christina Anderson....wtf?) who tried wheedling me into admitting that I had AIDS. When I jokingly said it was true, they were like I KNEW IT. You were taken out of class that one time on AIDS Awareness Day.
Later that day, I was at home (despite having gone to college in Ohio. Also, my new cat Cookie Dough was living there too, with my old cat Chocolate Chip). I checked the mail and found that I had received a letter/book thing from Elizabeth's mom. I kid you not when I say it was made of French toast and I ate some of it as I was trying to read it (which was very difficult to do). I'd been convinced it was going to tell me about Elizabeth's imminent death, but instead it started to tell me about her torrid affair with her new stepdad.
...then I woke up.
I was in college, and I had a memory from high school that plagued me. During a lecture on AIDS (on AIDS Awareness Day), I was called out of the classroom by the principal. For some reason, this made all my classmates think I had AIDS. Instead, it was because one of my high school friends, Elizabeth, wanted to tell me that A) She had AIDS and B) she wanted me to be at her wedding. The weirdest part was that she wasn't getting married to anyone...she just wanted to have a wedding with no groom. I don't remember the logic behind this. Anyway, after the wedding she and her mom and her new stepdad (who doesn't exist in real life) moved away.
At college, I was approached by two other high school chums (one of which was Christina Anderson....wtf?) who tried wheedling me into admitting that I had AIDS. When I jokingly said it was true, they were like I KNEW IT. You were taken out of class that one time on AIDS Awareness Day.
Later that day, I was at home (despite having gone to college in Ohio. Also, my new cat Cookie Dough was living there too, with my old cat Chocolate Chip). I checked the mail and found that I had received a letter/book thing from Elizabeth's mom. I kid you not when I say it was made of French toast and I ate some of it as I was trying to read it (which was very difficult to do). I'd been convinced it was going to tell me about Elizabeth's imminent death, but instead it started to tell me about her torrid affair with her new stepdad.
...then I woke up.