last night i had a dream about high school, while asleep on the couch next to f. i was in a zara, and a bunch of vaguely familiar faces from "the scene" were arriving, and i was not impressed. then i was in the entrance cum hallway with e., and as the zara turned into a classroom, he said something about him being my professor. i laughed and put my hand on his chest "you, my professor" and let it trail down his stomach. we went into the classroom and my social studies teacher, mrs. macnaughton - my favourite - was showing me how a bright light worked as i tried to fill in the answers on the scantron, and then the classroom started flooding and i woke up.