Dreams are p cool, man.

This guy named Yotam was in my dream last night. I went to beeed.. aroounnd.. 2 or 2:30AM. I know I turned my alarm off a few times and actually got up at 10:30AM. Let's do this.

So I'm still in school, but it's the last day of the year and everyone is leaving. I have a feeling it was college because we were in dorms and I was packing a bunch of clothes. I saw Yotam walk by my door, which was open, and his hair was down to his shoulders (and he looked awfully depressed). I yelled for him to come back and he did and I started going on about how great his hair looked. He seemed pretty sheepish about it but also glad I complimented him. I was under the impression that no one really liked it or he'd been made fun of and generally had a bad year, for other reasons, too. He then started asking me if I wanted to hang out/go to his house/play games/whatevs' and I had the feeling he was kind of trying to ask me out. I said something about how that was a great idea and I just needed to finish packing.

[transitiooon]

I'm in a bathroom, I'm pretty sure it's Yotam's because he's in the shower. I was just like.. brushing/drying my hair or something, maybe washing my face. I know he was talking to me the entire time but I can't remember what he was saying. I was in a good mood, though. I guess he was saying something nice.

[another empty transition]

I can see Yotam across the street. I'm standing outside a house and he's surrounded by guys who are about to beat him up, possibly over his long hair or something equally stupid. I ran over to help but don't remember getting there. I do kind of remember seeing him on the ground getting kicked, though.

[some kind of transition, again]

I was walking around the house and caught a glimpse of my hair, which was still kind of wet from a shower I had and it was plastered to my forehead and drying in a really weird way. It was on the verge of being a bad mullet and I was like, "Oh man, I need to cut my hair." so I cut it and ended up making it look even more like a bad mullet. Parts of it would be sopping wet and then suddenly be dry and I couldn't cut anything properly because it was switching from wet to dry. It didn't look as bad when I blow dried it.