Mezzanine

11/17/2009

Two Backpacks

I'm in a classroom at my old high school. There is a girl sitting next to me playing on a laptop. She turns around her laptop to show me her facebook page. She asks me if I know Shane (from the L Word) and if she's my friend on facebook.

I guess a bell rang because everyone is getting up to leave. I have two backpacks and I'm trying to figure out how to put them both on. I'm walking awkwardly with these two backpacks trying to get to a classroom. It dawns on me that I am a teacher in a new school and no one has told me what classroom I need to be in. I'm starting to panic while I'm walking around. It's a campus style high school and I'm outside walking on sidewalks in front of all the classrooms with students in them... with these two backpacks. Suddenly it dawns on me that I'm not a teacher yet and why do I have these two backpacks? I gain lucidity for a split second when Andrea rolls over and wakes me up.

Fucking at a Restaurant

I'm sitting at a large C-shaped table at a nice restaurant with a bunch of girls. I can see outside above the heads of the people directly across from me and it's nice outside. Everyone is eating soup and talking. Then the girl sitting next to me makes a gesture for me to follow her somewhere. I think we may have ended up in the bathroom at the restaurant and we are having wild and crazy sex! I don't think I've ever had as awesome a sex dream with a girl before. It was like porn, but I was the star. Awesome.

10/06/2009

Doing Laundry

I'm somewhere doing laundry. Andrea's throwing stuff at me from across the room to put into the washer. But she's throwing it all under the washer. Under the washer is like a flame you'd find on a gas stove. so all the clothes are burning up! I'm telling her to stop doing that, but she can't see that she's doing anything wrong. All of a sudden, my mom's on the other side of the room telling me what I'm doing wrong. I just keep telling her to shut the fuck up, but she keeps talking. I'm getting so so angry at her. So I leave and walk into a different room where I feel like I'm shopping. There are all sorts of backpacks (which I've actually been thinking about getting a new backpack because mine got some sand in it from going to the beach and now sand's getting all in my school stuff!) with like tropical patterns on them. I really just want a plain one and can't find one. Andrea shows me one that's got clear plastic sides and I tell her that won't do because I don't want everyone knowing what's in my bag(like what's in my bag that's so special anyway??!!!).