last night I had a dream about school. For our creative application instead of turning something in the way that we do it now, the school split us up into groups of 5. Quinten was in my group. We couldn’t do whatever we wanted to, we had to dance. We didn’t get to make it up, we had a choreographer to do it for us. They decided who got in to creative by who danced the best. We had a funky ballet. We did the dance at night, much like a recital. Could wear whatever we wanted to. I wore all black and felt cute. Weird dream.


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