let lemons be angry

Just when i was thinking to myself "i never dream of volleyball", i go ahead and dream of it. It was some kind of practice version of vball, with about ten people on either side of the net, and the court was wide and short. And although i was strategizing the game for the team, i failed miserably because they used a red baby bird as the ball, and i couldn't bring myself to hit it. Very croquet in alice in wonderland.

Dreams echo reality so accurately. The other day i filled in my own birth date wrongly. In my dream i made my class celebrate my birthday two whole months early because i'd gotten my birthday wrong. And in dreamland, manda still drives us around, and black sesame cookies taste the same, and bus stops still baffle me.

I'm not in any of the photos, or in the lunch plans, or in the know. I never quite fit in with them, did i. There were times i thought i did, but i guess not. Waves and smiles are all there is, and maybe that's all i need. They don't even wonder if there's a world they don't know about.