Dreams 9/12

  Cannot remember the premise of this dream or much else. This was the end, and what I can recall. I was in high school at my locker. To my left was a big black guy, probably six foot five, in a green and white letterman's jacket. He had a buzz cut. He was purusing a green and white card that seemed to be a little chart. Somehow I had done him wrong, and this was the proof.