lately, my dreams have been weird. and i only remember fragments, basically. well. my dreams are always weird. the one i really remember from last night was kind of caused by this story dave told me on the phone last night...about how ian got in trouble for his spikes.
so i'm sitting in class. behind ian, and i can't actually see his face. just his gelled hair. we're in a classroom like at sennett...with the fake, pull-out walls. and this teacher comes in. and dave (but it wasn't actually dave. cause i never saw his face, there was just a blank there instead of his face) starts freaking out at ian because of his spikes. cause it was the same teacher that got pissed at him about it before. and ian turned really, really red and i felt that heat. i don't even know if i can really explain it. but he was so scared (ian). and i couldn't see his face either. ut i could see the sides and tell it was bright pink/red.
that's all i can remember right now. i don't always remember my dreams. lately i have though. so i thought maybe i should write it down.