Okay so I had a dream where a bunch of girls (including me) got set up to go on this huge group date with these guys we don’t really know. For some reason they were wearing tuxedos and we were using buses for transportation. My parents were there to see me off and instead of my dad taking a photo of me with the guy in the tux, he takes a Myspace-esque photo with him.

It gets weirder, hang on.

So, we were on the bus and the guy (who looks like he’s 14) goes: We can go back to my place and watch dvds and… do stuff. Then he winks at me. I cringe and say: Uh, sorry. I’m kind of in a relationship. The guy chortles and looks at me and tries to touch my thigh. I thwack his hand away.

I don’t remember much of what happens here. But I do remember wanting to escape from him and his other tuxedo-ed friends to go and save a friend of mine who’s in danger elsewhere. I needed money for a cab, so I was practically begging everyone for cash. In the end, all I got was some loose change. Then I saw Robin Williams with an electric guitar, about to go on stage, and I tugged at his elbow and begged him for $30 for a cab. He takes me to a teacher’s lounge (uh, apparently he’s my teacher… Too much Dead Poet’s Society) and hands me the cash. Out of the corner of my eye, I see teachers like Mr. Foley and Ms. Lee playing Ski Jump on an old computer. I thank Robin Williams profusely, going so far as to hug him and kiss him on the cheek.

In conclusion, I should really invest in sleeping pills.