Weird Dreams part 2

October 17, 2024: had a crazy dream that I was sitting at a table with this girl named Maddison Hansen and another blonde girl from high school, and we were talking about our shoe sizes. I told them I was a size 12 in shoe size, and they were like “Oh my gosh. That’s huge.” (In real life, when I was in college one time, I told this one girl I wore a size 9 in boots, and she just exclaimed, “Oh my.” I am short so having big feet is an interesting quirk of mine. Like one of my math teachers from middle school said about this one other short girl in the class who had big feet: “You’re a mighty mouse that has big feet.”) Somehow the table Maddison, the other girl from high school and I sat at was on astroturf/ fake grass and it sloped to where if I moved back so much as an inch, I could fall backward and fall off this little hill. I joked with the girls that I act my shoe size and not my age (I think this is because I was listening to “Kiss” by the artist Prince, and there is one lyric where he says, “Act your age, mama/ Not your shoe size/ Then maybe we can do the twirl.” Also, in sixth grade there was this one time where a guy named Tony got called out in class for goofing off, and our social studies teacher asked him, “Sir, what is your shoe size?” And he replied, “It’s six.” The teacher then told him, in front of the class, “Act your age and not your shoe size.” The whole class looked at each other and was like, “Man, that was COLD.”) I was also at this boarding school and my dad had me pack some black pepper in a little baggie and I tried to hide it from our teacher (she looked like Janelle Monae) and the teacher saw me keep the bag of pepper under the desk and asked, “What are you hiding?” in a snotty sort of high-pitched voice, and I sheepishly showed her the black pepper.

“You know you couldn’t take that with you on the plane,” she said. “Why did you bring it?”

“Ummmm…I wanted to put it on my food?”

“Oh, do you know the menu for the week?” she snobbishly asked.

“Ummmm..” I tried to remember what was on the menu, but I couldn’t.

“So, you don’t remember what was on the menu?” she huffed. She continued to condescend to me.

Before she could patronize me any further, I woke up and shrieked, “Argh, no!”

Before that I was talking with these two girls (one of them was a girl named Hannah who was in my English class during senior year of high school) and one of the girls looked like Jojo Siwa (just her face and blonde hair) and we were going to miss each other, so we sang some songs together. I think they were leaving school.