Can I just say that if I never get that sick again, it'll be far too soon. Was that more dream business? I feel sorry for whoever has to dream of something that whacked out.
As far as my dreams have gone, there really hasn't been much to report. Same old, same old. Giant bacteria monster attacks the school when my friend Frieda was inside. Most popular track star in school asked me to tutour him, though it turns out he was really a bang baby (it's cool, it's cool, he got himself help in the end). Some musician who was also a bang baby went apeshit because people stole his tunes.
But last night, I dreamed of being accepted into the Vanmoor Charter School for Science! It's some school for genius kids, and I there must've been some sort of mix-up by accepting me. Everyone there was way smarter than me. And there was this real fly girl there named Daisy (who was way smarter than me) and we hit it off. Specs and Trapper, our student teachers, were trippin, but I guess that's what happens when they think they could trick us into taking on Dakota's only bonafide superhero.
Speaking of not being perfect, I was expected to keep up my homework at Dakota High too while I was studying at Vanmoor. Two full-time course loads and doing the whole superhero thing didn't lead to much free time, but you know. I think I'm glad for the experience. Both in this world and the dream world. Vanmoor ended up getting shut down (because apparently the government looks down on student teachers trying to take out superheroes), but that just meant Daisy got transferred over to Dakota Union High. Which was clearly the best way for a dream to end. Dream me might have a bit of a crush.