I slept in

missed class and all I got was this odd dream.


I was in a field. Harvesting with Adena. Jessie was there. There was a radioactive leak nearby. We had to not plant in the affected ground. I guessed it was like those calculus problems we had to do to maximize the efficiency of grocery store clerk schedules. Maximizing plantable ground. There was more here. Jessie and I were conspiring to do something. It feels like it was sinful but at the same time not at all. There was a production aspect to it. It was a narrow field. With brown fences like the one at the bottom of the Champlin's backyard. Then there was Tim's locker. I was about to put something in there. I feel we may have been in high school musical. And there may have been cheese. There was some trick of space and negative space. Where the locker and my position in the field related to his existence in San Francisco. And he was there living his life with his friends. And I was at his locker.