So I found myself cleaning an oddly ergonomically designed pink toilet with paper towels and junk and this is also where I figure out why the mean girls were talking about me the way they were. I saw myself grab a luggage bag from outside a room and heard a narration that said "Deciding not to room with the two girls, you picked up your belongings and got your own room. Maybe now you'll be able to enjoy the trip?" and then it came back to the toilet and then a bunch of people came in and got friendly with me while I barely said a word and just did what they wanted of me which was the whole shaking hands and pounding fists thing. Whatever, right, readers? And that's about all there is to my dream. Had I had my mother accompany me, she probably would have helped me in the pool thing and defended me when the two girls decided it was a good idea to treat a guy who wanted nothing to do with them like absolute crap because apparently i treated them like crap by deciding to have nothing about them.
So, long awaited, long overdue, hey this blog's back everyone! yeah, I decided that after waking up from a whole series of short dreams that I'd write this one down because it was the one I had just before waking up just now and decided i'd better share this thing since I hadn't updated in forever and a day.
Until the next time,
Yours Truly
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