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Last night I had a dream about almost going to China.
Except I never actually went there. All of my dreams of "going places" (like Hawaii, once) never actually include me ending up there. In this dream, I spent the whole time packing. Then I go to my dad and he's like "Are you really gonna bike in jeans?" and even though I was wearing skinny jeans, so I had to go find my grey capri sweatpant things.
And then it turns out I didn't even need to ride a bike or anything.
And then it was Daniel's birthday, but I missed the present opening cause I was looking for something.
At one point, my dad and I drove away, with all our stuff in the trunk. Apparently he was coming too. Then I realized I had forgotten my chapstick, but didn't want to bother him or make him turn around. Eventually he turned around anyway, because he forgot something of his. So I got out and retrieved my chasptick and we were gone again.
We got on the road again and stopped at this one really familiar rest stop. A coach bus, like the ones we take on the school trips, was there too. By the rest stop, there was this other building, and we went in.
It wa this sort of food museum and Artur was there, too. There was butter and cheese and chips and sausage, pretty much everything, and the building was shaped like a museum, with one long hallway that curves in some places. Like a big exhibit.
I didn't buy anything, but Artur got a bag of chips at the end.
Then it was over.
Today at school we watched Dead Poet Society, and got a lecture on sexual harrassment and the many forms it can take. I have to say Dead Poet Society was a lot more intersting. Maybe I'll talk about it later
Except I never actually went there. All of my dreams of "going places" (like Hawaii, once) never actually include me ending up there. In this dream, I spent the whole time packing. Then I go to my dad and he's like "Are you really gonna bike in jeans?" and even though I was wearing skinny jeans, so I had to go find my grey capri sweatpant things.
And then it turns out I didn't even need to ride a bike or anything.
And then it was Daniel's birthday, but I missed the present opening cause I was looking for something.
At one point, my dad and I drove away, with all our stuff in the trunk. Apparently he was coming too. Then I realized I had forgotten my chapstick, but didn't want to bother him or make him turn around. Eventually he turned around anyway, because he forgot something of his. So I got out and retrieved my chasptick and we were gone again.
We got on the road again and stopped at this one really familiar rest stop. A coach bus, like the ones we take on the school trips, was there too. By the rest stop, there was this other building, and we went in.
It wa this sort of food museum and Artur was there, too. There was butter and cheese and chips and sausage, pretty much everything, and the building was shaped like a museum, with one long hallway that curves in some places. Like a big exhibit.
I didn't buy anything, but Artur got a bag of chips at the end.
Then it was over.
Today at school we watched Dead Poet Society, and got a lecture on sexual harrassment and the many forms it can take. I have to say Dead Poet Society was a lot more intersting. Maybe I'll talk about it later