So, I guess it was really, technically this morning, I had ... you guessed it, a crazy dream. I've tried to remember all of it that I can so you can bask in all the craziness that is my subconscious mind.

I was back in Jr. High. But I was quite a bit cuter(in my opinion, anyways. At least I wasn't so awkward and early-90s-type fahion victim-ish, thank goodness). But, it also felt like high school a bit, too.
We'll just suffice it to say that I was in my teens.

It was gym class. I was late, but it wasn't the relevant part of my dream. The real part was that Mr. Shirley (hadn't thought of him in ages!) was having us to basketball-type stuff. So, I'm standing in line next to Kandi (who I never got along with IRL, at least not after she told Misty that she wasn't friends with her anymore for no reason in first grade ...) and I admired the loafers that she was wearing.

"Are they really comfortable to play basketball in?" I questioned.

"Oh, totally," she warmly replied. "They're New Balance. They're great!"

(Yes, even in my dreams, I am a bit preoccupied with shoes.)

Then John kept staring at me and standing superclose ... it was very unnerving, especialy since cool or even semi-cool guys didn't get publiscly shown crushes on me in Jr. High. (the only guy who did had had a crush on me since his mom babysat me when we were LITTLE ... and then he later told me I should be in a wet T-shirt contest --- yeah, that was our falling out. It was kinda too bad that I was one of the last people who could stand him at that point. But, really ... saying that to a friend?? A really conservative friend?? You've got to be in need of a frontal labotomy there, bub.)

Back to the dream: So there I am all, unnerved and uncomfortable at the agressive displays from John. So I ask him to step back. (Dream gets fuzzy here) Somehow he ends up offending me enough that I duck under one of his arms, push him away and slap his face. Then, somehow my l33t dream-fighting karate skillz have him on his back with my sneaker-clad foot precariously putting a bit of "get-near-me-again-and-you'll-be-so-feeling-it" pressure on his ... um ... package, per se.

Well, either he said something or else I'm a mean wench in my dreams, because I ended up lifting the other foot and just standing on him. Then it was his turn for basketball practice. There was a strange ... well, it looked like a wooden telescope-thing ... and it was suppsed to help you see the trajectory of the basketball you were throwing, so you could work on your aim and what not (yeah, obviously, I'm SO into sports and all. *snorts* But it might be a cool invention, still). I had moved Kandi in front of me in line as a buffer. But John, instead of looking at the basket, used the basketball-scope-thing to look at me.

I left the line, while declaring, "For Heaven's sake, John! Just leave it be!" Or something like that. I do remember saying "heaven's sake" instead of "God's sake," because I try never to take the Lord's name in vain.

And Mr. Shirley (but here's where I realize that the setting of this dream keeps morphing between my Jr. High and high school's gyms. Odd) is finding this enamorment of John's funny ... at least funny enought that he's not saying anything about me not participating (IRL, for a gym teacher, he's pretty cool. I mean, yeah it was gym class and so I detested it, but he was a supernice teacher). Instead he remarks about how he's never seen such witchpower (referring to John's determined stalkings-ish-ness) or something... that's another fuzzy part as of now. Sorry.

So, in short, I dreamt of gym class, getting along with a girl I never cared for (at least since the middle of first grade), and having a guy use dogged attempts to romance me in class ... and my l33t dream-karate skillz, of course.

Then I lay in bed, awake and thinking of Jr. High. Gosh, except for classes and raeding, I didn't have a whole lot of fun. Well, I enjoyed hanging with DossMan (who's getting MARRIED!!) and being in the plays, but life was not so fun. Like I mentioned, I wasn't popular. And, in a school that small, be line in my grade between the populars and the nots was pretty harsh.
I was told by a boy I was great friends with in Kindergarten (a popular), that by dumping the one friend I had (who I'd been friends with since third grade), I could join the ranks. He wasn't trying to be mean by saying it. (and it wasn't her fault. It's her brother's reputation, which in a school that small, counted.)
I didn't think it would be worth it and so I'm still friends with my pal, so obviously I'm right. ^_^

Of course, there were funny things that happened. Like my believing Mr. Rich, the science teacher, when he told me that I had "stubby thumb syndrome." (Until recently, I thought that was what it was called. A lot of snickering by Michael and a quick web search later [10+ years later], I find that it's really called 'bractadactaly.' Bless my naivety.) Or Jeremy, who thought I was a riot because I told him that the euphemisms he was using (he was referring to mastrabation) sounded like animal abuse. Or, in eigth grade, it was a blast being wacky with DossMan and Jason B, who disapeared for awhile and I never got back in touch with, due to a vague thing his mother said ... hm. And choir was fun. I adored (and still do!) Arnie, our teacher. And, when I was in seventh grade, I impressed the cooler eigth-graders by being able to sing AND read at the same time. (Truly one of my more l33t of the real-life skillz.)

And there we go. Now I should make sure that Zoë's not awake. And that Bruce hasn't rolled off of our bed. And then, maybe they can nap ... and I might get some more sleep, too.

Still, it'd be way cool to have self-defense skillz like in my dreams. Or to have been wildly adored by the opposite sex. Oh well.

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