nice dream

the other night, i dreamt that i was in high school again. it's sort of a reoccuring dream for me, but i think it was mostly sparked by the upcoming 10 year reunion.

anyway, i was back at my old high school. except...it didn't completely look like my old high school. you know how those dreams go. so i was walking up to the lockers, and i stopped in front of a row of lockers blocked off by some velvet rope. i stop and do some weird turns, and then i start speaking. i mean, people are asking me questions and i am answering them. and then i give this speech about what i will do for them....yada yada...if i were elected. by this point in the dream, i am assuming i am running for class president.

the weirdest part of the dream, though, was that everyone that was in the audience was not anyone i recognized from high school. it was more like going to high school with a bunch of people that were really good friends with tim burton and helena bonham carter.

well, whatever i said appeased the people. i won. senior class president. eat it.