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I had a very wierd dream last night.
I had to go back to my old high school for an English class. My mom didn't tell me until the night before my first day. I didn't sleep very well that night and got up in the middle of the night to go to the washroom. When I got back the neighbour boy (who I've never said more that hi to) was in my room peeking out the window. He said he was out late that night and rather than go home and get in trouble was just going to spend the rest of the night with me...in my bed. No naughty stuff just cuddling and giggling and trying to figure out how to get him out of the house in the morning without mom noticing.
So I went to school the next day and saw a girl I actually did go to school with then realized I didn't have any of my school books or supplies with me so I might as well go home. I'm walking through some of the paths near my house when I get stopped by two plain clothes police officers (not an uncommon sight on the real paths, we live by some low income housing). They find three quarter ounce bags of pot on me, confiscate is and pat me down...but not with his hands, which was wierd. They end up letting me go and I'm walking home thinking I should call Archie and tell him when I woke up.
Wierd. Maybe the heat really did boil my brain this weekend...
I had to go back to my old high school for an English class. My mom didn't tell me until the night before my first day. I didn't sleep very well that night and got up in the middle of the night to go to the washroom. When I got back the neighbour boy (who I've never said more that hi to) was in my room peeking out the window. He said he was out late that night and rather than go home and get in trouble was just going to spend the rest of the night with me...in my bed. No naughty stuff just cuddling and giggling and trying to figure out how to get him out of the house in the morning without mom noticing.
So I went to school the next day and saw a girl I actually did go to school with then realized I didn't have any of my school books or supplies with me so I might as well go home. I'm walking through some of the paths near my house when I get stopped by two plain clothes police officers (not an uncommon sight on the real paths, we live by some low income housing). They find three quarter ounce bags of pot on me, confiscate is and pat me down...but not with his hands, which was wierd. They end up letting me go and I'm walking home thinking I should call Archie and tell him when I woke up.
Wierd. Maybe the heat really did boil my brain this weekend...