I dreamt I was in Handley, my elementary and middle school. It was different though, simply because there were people from college there. I was a tutor or something and there was a big wall featuring all the tutors. I had a picture on it that was small but it was like a candid shot, and I remember thinking that I didn’t look half bad in the picture. My hair was longer, and straight, and rather nice. That’s usually a sign in dreams that I am dreaming, by the way, my hair is usually different. I remember thinking that my hair had grown rather fast, and I was glad.

Anyway, there was a girl I was hanging out with, another tutor, and she was carrying me on her back for a little while. Then I saw someone down the hall that I knew, so I waved, and then I realized it was Greg. I kept looking down that same hall and saw Richard himself but still with his longer hair. He was wearing a hairnet/shower cap for some reason, but it only covered the top of his head. Greg walked by while I was still on the girl’s back, but I hopped down because we were getting in line to the cafeteria. I was standing in line and the lady who worked there when I was there was still there taking money. I was so used to just going “free lunch” but this time I dug a dollar out of my pocket. I think we had to pay extra for milk or something, which was silly because that didn’t happen, at least I don’t think it did.

I got a chicken sandwich, and the guy working behind the counter was one of the new people that are working at Starbucks, but he had loads of sandwiches, a lot of which had red onion piled on them, which I thought the ninja might like, but I asked for a slice of provolone and some mayo. I also got tater tots for some reason, which is weird because I don’t even like them. There were also other round breaded things that ended up just being some more tater tots. I wanted to get a salad but the salad was all white lettuce and really tough. They only had thousand island dressing which somehow wasn’t that good. It was kinda ketchupy. Plus the little spoons were caked with salad toppings like fake bacon bits and stale croutons. I looked around because I wasn’t sure if I could just sit anywhere or if I had to sit at a certain table.

I decided to sit at a table with a kid who seemed to have long hair at first. He said “Come sit with me,” and then his hair was short, and I recognized him. He doesn’t seem to have an “outer world” correspondence. A bigger sort of girl with short blonde hair plunked herself next to me and grabbed the half eaten chicken sandwich from my tray, looking it over like it was some good eats, and I said “Well, I –was- going to eat it but now since you’ve put your fingers on it, you might as well keep it.” It was quite uncomfortable to sit on the bench. I was kind of half sliding beneath it the entire time I was attempting to sit upon it, and I don’t remember anything more about the whole thing.