"Nov 20 Dream Log"
By Botherer (https://pastebin.com/u/Botherer)

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Created on: Sunday 20th of November 2011 09:40:04 AM CDT
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Okay, so… Over the span of the last two hours or so, I had dreamt that I had been whisked back into high school. To be more specific, my Junior Year English class. It took a little bit for me to notice that the seating… Was kind of off; not that the seats were out of place or crooked or anything, but rather just the positioning (along with the presence) of people; the only one that I particularly remember (or cared about), though, was that I had been stuffed into the back of the room next to the guy I’ve liked since … Well, I can remember that having started up around just a little bit before Junior Year started.

Anyways, we were waiting on our teacher to arrive, and as per usual I was being my timid girl… Err, timid boy self around him, too scared to talk to him or adequately respond to anything he said, save the occasional chiming in with something that was completely stupid and pointless in an attempt to sound like I knew what he was actually talking about (But since I don’t know much of anything about manga, professional baseball, marijuana, or Gears of War, that failed just as hard in the dream as it did in real life). In retrospect, I kind of wonder how I wasn’t, like, completely transparent to him. Like, I’d have imagined that after two years of being firmly adamant against drugs that seeing a sudden and obvious 180 on my views when I attempted to ask (sheepishly, at that) if he and this other friend he had woulda still been interested in trying to turn me into (And I quote) “The next Zigiy Marley” would’ve made SOMETHING go off … And then the one time I tried to ask him if maybe he wanted to hang out with me, I was so scared to actually ask it that I just stuffed it into a graphing calculator during math class and passed it over to him, not even looking at him while he was reading out of fear that he would reject me on THAT… Yeah, I can’t even imagine how it took him more than five months to figure that out.

ANYWAYS… It wasn’t long before SOMEONE cropped up in the classroom, but it… Wasn’t our English teacher, but rather some other guy with a guitar that I’ve never seen before in my life… Well, I have a feeling it MIGHT have been my principal, except he had a bit more hair (Even if it was a complete, disheveled mess) and a moustache, and was perhaps just a teeny bit gayer. So he comes in and tells us that our English teacher’s running a few minutes late, so… In the meantime, he’s got a sing-along song for us to sing. Needless to say, I was kinda ? facing at it, ‘cause as much as I enjoy singing, I’m so damned self-conscious about it (Like everything else, but singing especially) that it’s like a crippling fear for me. But when he started strumming away at his guitar, I more or less instantly recognized the song as this one. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ci4nk8AXPHg I’m guessing that it just picked that one because I sleep with my headphones in my ears, but… It was probably the WORST song out of all of them, because not only did I know it, but… Yeah, just listen to the song and consider the setting, and you’ll know why it was so damned bad.

I just couldn’t stop myself from singing along to it, though ? It didn’t help that no one else actually KNEW the song, so I ended up being the only one singing along to it, swapping out the “she”s with “he”s. As if to make matters worse, not only was I profusely drooling throughout the whole song (I don’t know how this works, either, but I felt the buildup of saliva in my mouth the whole way through), but I also… Started dancing. At first just within my seat, but soon I found myself upright. And while I love playing dance / rhythm games, my actual level of skill in dancing… To put it mildly, it REALLY leaves something to be desired. I remember all throughout that people were gigglesnorting, but as much as I would’ve LIKED to just crawl into a hole and die, I couldn’t. Even as their teasing and taunting got more ridiculous, eventually to the point where everyone, inclusive to my English teacher who had slipped in more or less undetected by everyone else, copying my “dancing” to mock me. I had no control over my body (Even if the actions were mine) and it was just REALLY bad.

On a completely random aside note (within the dream), I had crawled out of bed for some reason completely naked, and had went to go use the bathroom when I found one of my substitute teachers, this haggard, old, “has a stick up her ass the size of East Texas and really needs to get laid” lady in there brushing her teeth. It was awkward as all hell.