In the dream, there is something of a school field trip to (Dreamland Version) Costa Rica. I would guess that we are late-middle-school aged. Dylan Scott is also in my class, but we do not know eachother well, yet.

( This dream is too dang long. )

... has missed FIVE DAYS of promised poems, and I am calling him out on it.

Your move, Dylan Scott.  Six poems today, or two a day for the next five?  We'll see.  But if you wussy out on this, I WILL make a big stink.

Because I'm a good friend.