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I had a dream last night...

I was in high school, in an algebra class that was teaching chemistry. Mike, a guy in my youth group, mentioned something about Shawn, my friend who died a few years back. I remember then talking to Jovi, an oboe player who will be in my band this year.

I remember him being really nice and sweet. Then I was outside, tossing a small box on a tree branch. Then I realized that I needed the box, and I was just about to climb over the low stone wall to get it when Mike, low and behold, stopped me.

Sometime in the first part of the dream, I saw one of my former section mates with a marine buzz cut... I thought it was really weird, 'cause he recently shaved off his sideburns 'cause his best friend convinced him to, and he got a haircut months ago...

Then I was in a small room, writing on a piece of paper-a message for Jovi. I didn't sign my name, and I was about to exit the room when I realized that I didn't have a shirt on, just a bra. I heard my "algebra" teacher, my BCIS teacher from last year, Coach Walton, looking for me and I poked my head out the door, arms crossed against my chest.

I went back in the algebra room while people were working at a kinda big whiteboard that was on the floor, with people holding it up. Jovi said something to me, and then I woke up.