Dreamt I was in the bathroom in high school. Two boys followed me in, and the big dark one looked familiar, but the smaller, lighter, one did not. That one whispered in my ear about playing UNO because there was a lot of background noise. Told him I didn't play UNO, rather Spades and Hearts. They left. There was all kinds of writing on the floor in magic markers. The girl in the stall next to me said to another, "Hey, this says Marcella, like that Japanese fairy tale. It's not supposed to say that." The toilet was all wonky and off kilter. When I was leaving my blue scarf got caught on the bathroom door and snagged. After I'd come from the restroom the school suddenly became the refrigerated section of a super market, and my high school boyfriend was sitting at a desk, alone, bit there were four desks pushed together like for group work. His hair was better than I'd remembered. He asked if I wanted to pick the band for prom and he could DJ. I said, "What about a Dixie Land band, like jazz?" He said, "No". That's when I woke.
