Czarina

So I've been having more and more dreams lately about going back to school. This is how it always is. I am a person who likes school, and once it hits that one month mark, it starts to creep into my brain. Oh, the thought of Office Max sends rivulets through my spine. I love the Office Max! But my dreams haven't been about Office Max. You know, it wasn't just a dream of standing in front of the many aisles of the O-Max for hours on end, with limitless funds and a large duffel bag.

They've been dreams about biking in the early morning, and dreams about being able to actually shop for clothes, and this strange nightmare I had last night that Strest was a boarding school, and all I wanted to do was go to sleep.

I don't know if anybody else ever has those kind of dreams. Like, you're half awake and you're hallucinating all these events taking place in your room, right on your bed, and all you want to do is really sleep, and you keep wondering aloud to these hallucinations why they don't go mind their own business and let you rest.

But in my dream, I got on my bike and rode down to some 7-11 just to pee and buy some Sabritones puffed wheat snacks. The group of kids I used to hang out with were sitting beneath an overpass, and as I passed by, they were like, super mean for no reason. It was in the middle of the afternoon, but I just wanted to go back home to my boarding school bed and sleep. So I ignored them, and they followed me on Kawasaki bullet bikes. Suddenly, it was night time. I'd been riding around on my trail bike for what was probably dream-hours and they still were tailing me. Oh, the humanity.

My school starts on August twenty-fifth. That makes it a full twenty-seven days until I go back, and duuuude I'm totally stoked. I'm bored of summer. I'm bored of waking up to find the clock reads noon or even one o' fucking clock, because it makes me feel super guilty. But I've probably already written all of this. I have sumnesia. It's so hot I can't even remember my own writing.