It meant nothing

I had a dream where michael and i were in a relationship. I felt I could control it. Like i wouldn't lose myself again. He came in and wanted to know what frat party we were going to. It was a street with light pink houses and palm trees and it could have been miami. mixed with santa barbara. It was like a frat but also like a train and also like loth. and that girl who wears all black was ther with some theatre person i never met but felt like i knew possibly mr. peterson's daughter. And it was night going to day but it meant nothing.