Next thing I know, I'm walking into Mrs. E's journalism room. About two seconds later, Eric walks in behind me, and right after him the lovely Kelly Goodkin. We stood there for a few seconds, talking about something, although what it was I don't remember, waiting for the bell to ring. See, I remember this drill: back in the journalism days, some of us would get into the room and just stand around, shooting the shit and whatnot, while others of us would immediately get to work, even before the bell sounded. The thing is, I remember myself being one of the ones who got right to work. But in the dream there was a very important reason that we were not getting to work, Kelly, Eric and I. The bell rang, and we all looked at the desk, to see Mrs. E sitting-- no, wait, it wasn't Mrs. E, it was Miss Wahpepah, or Mrs. Bish, or one of those other subs who I really didn't care for, especially in this class. Then it hit me (the real me, not the dream me) that this was a Tuesday. Translation = long period of journalism.
We're gonna go take care of some interviewing Eric informed the sub oh-so smoothly. We've got some stuff to take care of, and since it's a long period, we want to get as much of it done as we can.
The sub merely looked at us and reminded us to take our journalism passes.
And we were out of there.
Here is where the real me remembers it all again. It was a Tuesday, and there was a sub that day. But substitute or not, Eric and I were not staying on campus to do work that day. Oh no, we had far greater things planned. Such as, making Kelly drive us to Fred Meyer so we could purchase the new TOOL album! Yeah, we got there before they were even out on the shelves. The boxes were barely even opened yet. Hell yeah.
Sometimes those dreams that turn out to be memories are the most fun. Oh, back in the day....
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