dream

12 grade again like as though I were 18. First it looked like elementary school. I saw the dance team wearing white caps and all black. I saw cheerleaders and thought I'd do dance team because I could do pro cheerleading.

Then I couldn't get to my schedule. First hour I thought I should rest and go to a class with the math teacher again like last night where they kick a basketball, and sometimes like my aunt handed it to me somehow. I was tired. She had a baby like Tim Burton's, my cousin, and was bringing it around out and it was getting its tan right away.

Then there was this talk and supposedly I was interesting again. It was a dude with black hair saying, that not that that's what you were going to do, actually, kept talking.

Also there was the baton teacher and I twirled a baton like I said my eye felt like a peg when it was dark, and her little daughter twirled it forward with one hand first when we were in stands, like I was on a bench and she was in a hut with her. I was saying about dance team.