High School Revisited

Kate was wearing her red prom dress. "C'mon, let's go!" she yelled across the room, "It's for Acadec!"

Acadec? What the hell? Isn't it over? Isn't it summer? More importantly, aren't we graduated seniors? These thoughts raced through my head as she tugged on my hand, pulling me toward the door. "Well Crick wanted to give us a heads up on next year. Some practical experience -- ya know? We're going jet-skiing!"

Suddenly it all made sense to me. I couldn't really follow the logic, but I trusted the logic to flow smoothly. I believed I understood, and that was all that mattered. Kate opened the door to a motley group of AB students on deck, all of whom I recognized but none of whom I knew. Then a whiplash crack, and ahoy! We were off to sea.

The vessel we boarded was not especially seaworthy for the frigid North Sea we were jet skiing in. No matter, we had a trusty chaperon in tow who would surely look out for our safety. A few hours into the trip however, we realized that we had overestimate dthe chaperon. The North Sea was true to it's reputation in serving up a mighty hurricane comparable to Hollywood spectacles of The Perfect Storm. Through the torrential rain and gray skies, our chaperon was nowhere to be found. I took this task upon myself and ventured deep into the creaking ship. As I stumbled through the hallways, a door opened to a looming hall. A lavish feast sat on the long table that filled the hall. At the head of the table, in perfect imitation of Pan's Labyrinth's Pale Man, sat Andrew Crick, frozen and ramrod straight.

Before I could yell any accusatory expletives, the ship lurched and like old movie screens, everything faded to black. Next thing know, I was waking up from a fluffy white bed complete with a fluffy white canopy. My brother had somehow found his way into my bed in the last night/nights. But ah! Who's face is that leering at me? Scrabbling for my glasses, I finally regained my vision
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I never finished recounting this dream, and now it's but a hazy memory. I remember the scenes that startled my dreaming doppelganger: waking up to see Green's middle-aged Asian wife, being dumped at a sketchy strip mall, and the line I wanted to end this dream and this entry with: I woke up, and I realized how much I missed school.