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Dreaming..

"Our truest life is when we are in our dreams awake."
Henry David Thoreau

Im sure that was meant metaphorically, but I love it in the literal sense too much to care.

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1. Food in the shape of food

       this one made no sense to me. whatsoever.

       this one starts with me walking. its the street by my school. on my left there is a skate park. on my right is the street. two guys race past me on the sidewalk. there both on bicycles, but one is wavering. he obviously cant ride well. i follow them but instead of turning on to the college ahead they take a u-turn. back into the parking lot of the skate park. there are tables. and people. people i should know. i sit down. talk to amanda and naomi.

       the parking lot is gone. its now like some kind of huge waiting area. theres a teacher. someone finds a phone on a table and calls him. he answers. doenst understand who it is. checks random people for phones. now i have the phone. why do i have it? i toss it back to a girl. the teacher sees it. he grabs it and talks. now he understands. he laughs and walk away, joking that he will have to unplug the phone.

       i look behind me. on the other side of the room is naomi. she is talking to another girl. she is crying. i have to help. i get up and walk over. my hands are held up for a hug. she pushes me away. hard. i turn and walk back to my seat, wondering what i did wrong. shes upset. let her be alone.

       i sit with two girls. i know these girls. i dont know their names. they sit next to me in 5th period. we start with our daily routine. we argue. it turns out they are hungry. so am i. and i have money. i look up. there is a counter on the far side of the room. its a mcdonalds. how convenient. i invite them to lunch and we walk over.

       chicken mcnuggets and french fries. thats all they have. no burgers. but thats what i want. i look at the menu. you can get your nuggets and fries sculpted into the shape of anything you want. spiders, anything. except a burger. this is annoying. the girls order. its my turn. fine. ill get something.

      “i want my nuggets in the shape of ashley tisdale’s upper lip” i tell the cashier, hoping for a reaction. i get none.  she gives me the total. i pay up. my paper money suddenly hard like planks of wood. it makes a funny sound as i put them on the counter. i find two chocolate rabbits in my pocket. awsome. but before i can chow down, i wake up.

   i just dont know….weird.