School's in and the shrill, shocking "beep-beep" of the early morning alarm clock makes me forget my dreams. I hate it.

I couldn't sleep because damn chants kept ringing through my head.

"I'm just one person and I've come here on my own" is on a bumper sticker and I'm questioning whether I subconsciously stole my song.

She reserves a stage and he takes me there and shows me around and it's a surprise for me but I don't really get it.

We're learning a stupid dance in cheer to say goodbye. She says who you spend your last time with matters. You agree.

"Some kids never learn their lesson."
"Well, that's a cat."

I just want something from Voodoo Doughnuts but bad things keep happening and no one's really nice except for the stoned owner.

I wanted to have good dreams because it was your last night.

We have to get out.

Driving to San Diego and going to Tijuana sounds like the best idea in the world.

A cheerleader bursts through a glass greenhouse roof.

I can't attend a party because it's his last night before going to school but she and I are inside the movie The Science of Sleep which invovles stern but allegedly loving robots (who look like real people) who herd children every which way and mess with their dreams. Finding out I am dreaming alarms me, even in my dreams.

Nelly Furtado is somewhere.

I'm not letting it happen but I still want to spoon.

Unrelatedly, in an effort to promote awareness and prevent STD's, radical activists are dressing as bloody condoms and preaching on streetcorners.

Harry Potter is real and we are giants walking along the beach, our huge feet sinking into the very wet sand with every lumbering step.

I bumped you in the night and half woke you up but you were happy to see me.

"How can Heaven not exist when you just lie sleeping in one place and your mind takes you so far from where you actually are?"

I'm at Zoe Trope's book reading at Powell's and Please Don't Kill the Freshman has a new cover. Before I get a chance to meet her, I have to go to work. My work consists of trapping someone in a cage and eventually understanding that I can let her live. I can't believe the possibility didn't occur to me earlier. Eventually I make it back to Powell's but Zoe's gone. There's a lady in line who will die in a few hours.

You're living in a new house and he's here; maybe you're living together, and I am out of place.

People are slowdancing and you're looking for me.

Boys and girls ready to go to Lee Falls are all over my yard and none of them will be quiet when I ask and I become even more angry when I see that their cars are all parked in the middle of Dosch Road and I wake up with the worst spikey feeling in my throat.

It's summertime barbeque season and I'm somehow gliding through neighborhoods looking for a lawn chair to steal so you won't have to stand for so long.