Dream Journal
I had just come out of my organic chemistry class, having failed a quiz, and saw B in the hall. I caught up with him and held his hand. As we were walking down the stairs of the natural science building someone behind him said, “Hey!” He politely said, “Hi,” back, but when he turned around it was Mrs. Bundy from high school. She said that some old schoolmates in Homer had been looking for us but couldn’t find our phone number. I told her that our parents had our phone number. She said, “Okay,” and got on a big yellow school bus. B and I stopped by the cafeteria to get some food, and while we were there a woman and her son were drinking soda. The little boy pushed his straw down and down into his soda then let it go and it flew straight into the air. B thought it was pretty cool, so he tried it but he couldn’t get it to fly. And I just laughed at him.
Themes: B