A Peak Into Tyler's Mind.

I am at the school waiting for my friend Dustin to get done with sax lessons. I am with my friends, David and Leon. We decide to go home without Dustin. They go downstairs and I go upstairs to play video games. My mom walks by with white hair and blue streaks. [She normally has black hair.] I complement her on her hair. I then start to head downstairs. My friend David walks to the bottom of the stairs in his underwear. He starts laughing and says, "I am Santa!" I just turn around and ignore him. [This doesn't feel weird to me because he often wakes up and walks around in his underwear in his waking life. He also acts very stupid when he gets tired.] My mom is there and hands me a bag. I look in it as she say, "I bought you some Gatorade." I look and examine the bottles, each with a different health claim. "Sweet! A different vitamin in each drink!" [I am on a health kick. Trying to drop 71 pounds!] Leon is next to me and leans over to tell me something as my mom walks away. He proceeds to say, "Dude! I just took a shit in your band room!" I look at him and simply say, "What!?" He repeats it again, "I.. Just took a shit... In your band room." I think of how odd that is and wake up.

I am on a train. The tracks are elevated. The train does not have a top. It is simply a floor and no walls. The seats are like bleacher seats but with cushions and elongated, I imagine so people can sleep. There are no other passengers on the train. I notice bags on the train, they are sealed. I being to contemplate the benefits of stealing the possessions in the bags. I decide against it. I begin to wonder how I am going to get home. I decide that since the train is not moving, I should walk. [I don't know where or what home is because I live nowhere near elevated train tracks.] While walking along the train, I stumble upon a wrestling mat. I suddenly realize, I am on this train for the match! I stand on my spot on the bracket that has been painted onto the mat. I am lined up for continuous fights. I match up against a girl about my age with blonde hair. [She is not recognizable from my waking life.] We stand there in our stances. I view this from a third-person view at a side angle. Just before the whistle to start the match blows, I wake up.

I am at a large store. It is very large, but it is supposedly a GameStop. [Its the biggest GameStop I have ever seen...] I am in a section full of magazines. [I didn't think that GameStop would sell video games... Thought it was purely video games.] I am holding a wolverine magazine. I decide that I don't want it and put it down. My friend Steve is here with me. I learn that we are here to pay off Steve's account. We go to the counter and he explains that he will need to pay for his account. He is explaining that he messed up the registration on his first account and he might have fees spread to multiple accounts. They say it will be okay, and write down all of his fees. I look at the paper and notice all of his fees are in my name! I don't say anything thought. If he wants to pay "my fees" than by all means, go ahead!

I am in Ms Minore's class at school. [She wasn't the teacher in there at the time.] There is a guy teacher. [He is normally a teacher at our school, I just cant remember who he was anymore.] In class, the teacher was passing out projects. One student went to grab his project. Instead of returning to his seat like the rest of the class, he held his project up for everybody to see. There was a really big yellow sun in the center of his paper. I immediately start sing in my head. "I gotta pocket, gotta pocket full of sunshine!" I then proceed to leave. The teacher, who is now Ms Minore. tells me that I better look for some girl. [I know her by her face, but for some reason the name is pulling a blank. She's cute though.] I simply reply, "Yeah," and give a bit of a laugh. [That is the way I usually get out of a conversation I don't want to have.] I walk to Madame's room. She is my French teacher. I walked into her room and immediately walked behind her desk. [Something I never do. Ever.] She is in the back of the class situating things as she usually does. Kayla, a girl from my French class, yells something to Madame. Madame then asked me something. I then thought of how to say something in French. I was about to say, "Je n'ai pas le piercing ou de ink de stylo." [Basically, a VERY mixed and incorrect way of saying "I do not have a piercing or tattoo.]