DREAM LAST NIGHT

My mom was tellin' me stories about Frances when she came up here in the 1970's, or somethin'. She wore all this thread around her foot and then went to the hospital and then they used it to break the other foot, or something- I don't know. Then I went to the front desk and asked the staff if they had storage anywhere where more balls of thread like that were stored because this one was a relic from the 1970's and did they have any that were stored also? Then my mom walked up and started tryin' to control the conversation. She did it in a kind of an annoying monotone. I said, "I've already asked that question." And the whole staff lined up to answer us. 

I went back to Country Day and at first, I was taking place in some sporting event. I forget exactly how. And then I was talkin' to some girl named Sarah. Apparently the year before I'd asked some girls if I could touch their boobs. I'd been banned from school for a year, and I hadn't been back in a year. I was askin' what kind a day it was today because it seemed like it was a school day but it was on a Saturday and somehow I drove myself to school and I didn't know which day of the week it was. I said it was 3 o' clock in the afternoon (or was it noon?) on a Saturday and the whole school was watching a play in the auditorium. What was goin' on? I thought it was the school play made up by the seniors for Christmas. It turns out that wasn't the case. We went into the cafeteria, started gettin some food. I said, "I'll take the roast beef, broccoli, red onions." The girls were standin' around- I was standing shorter than all of them, like I was 4 years old- and they all kind of got tense when they heard I had wanted to touch boobies a year ago. I said, "You don't know what I was going through. I can assure you, it was a hell of a lot."

I was late to participate in the school play. It was like Green And Gold Day. Some sport. I got picked on out of the crowd, and they were teasing me. It was embarassing. Somethin' to do with Dean Moesch. Kinda like how a year or 2 ago I put something on Facebook that said, "I need someone to give me some attention." And he wrote me an instant message that said, "How ya doin', bud?" I said "I'm alright, I guess." He said, "What are you doing?" I said I was reading Harry Potter. He said, "Nice!" And I said somethin' 'er other. And I asked 'im how he was doing, but he never replied, like it's not a two way conversation- he's just... pickin' on me, that's what it felt like. That's what it felt like on the Green And Gold Day. The whole school: it felt like they were pickin' on me.