Junk and Indian Decor

There was a pathway. It was leaving a beach or a tour. Heading back past this room and the hotel and other things. I thought that I'd walked this path a lot last year. At the beginning. I got lazy second semester. I was too in love with michael. This part became more sinister. More Oscar Wilde, less Wordsworthian. Some needed to go to walgreens. I couldn't decide I asked why they said sandals and other walgreens things. I was around Cloyne. There was a vacant single. It was full of the girl's junk and ambient indian decor. I think the disappearance of the girl was tragic. Taylor was there. Taylor began to accuse me of something. Everyone was rallying behind her. I didn't know how to love. I only ever loved my self. She had a series of examples. I stayed at the hotel. I asked if they had any soy. He said yes. I was indecisive until I I asked about a soy hot chocolate. He looked at me like I was ridiculous. But went to go get it. Will C was sitting had requested a song. He went to turn on the speakers. They weren't really playing. I was with Mackie and Alexander. I turned around and will was sitting on top of the speakers rocking out to "With A Little Help From My Friends." We left. It was a beach in india. People were with me but i was unconcerned with them. I recognized it. It was a painting I did. But I did it out of that image catalogue. I realized I should paint it for real. I was really excited. I could see patterns in the density of the trees. It was a hill full of trees and a beach simultaneously. I told someone. Mom, Taylor, or Caroline. Very impressed with myself. On of the men turned to me and said, well I'll be writing my second book on this place soon. I turned around and everyone was wearing their face-masks. I was not. I was worried. There were rows of people in the water. Systematically drowning. I went to save them. I was slow. I did it, but I was worried i couldn't. And that my training gave me nothing. Like anyone else could have done the rescues just the same. There were a couple other men that jumped in to help. I brought them back and checked their consciousness. had them hold onto the ledge. One of them may have been Ms. Piggy. I looked up. It may have been grandma. I had braces. One tooth was shifted over to the left. I was confused because they couldn't be my teeth. Oh god. I think I may have had a dream for Tim. Because I remember one point when i thought to myself, "well there you go, you've had a dream." Back to the teeth. They didn;t necessarily make me look better. But i figured this was about to make my teeth pop back into place. Since the change was so recent. It must be easily reversible.