Rob Andrews has Infected my Brain
Last night I had a dream that I was going back to the newly rebuilt High School, except it was in Vancouver instead of Fort St. John. It was rainy outside and I was on a street that looked like Hastings and Cambie by the Dominion Bldg. except that there was more neon lights and windowed shops stretching into the distance. The rain was pouring, it was dark as night (it may have been night) and I found myself at the school's entrance. A kind of futuristic blue, grey and white building with rounded edges on everything. I was extremely late for my french class. I didn't care, but figured I should go even though I knew I had already completed high school once. I was more interested in prolonging my time spent with my girlfriend Michelle than with going to class. Eventually I climbed up into the door. (Like a treehouse you had to jump up to the doorway and pull yourself in.) The room had the typical white walls and green carpet and green chalkboards of my youth. It was bright and well lit. I sat down at my desk and pulled some books out of my bag. The room was filled with my old classmates from french class; Dustin, Tyrell, Ashley, Jasta and such. I felt like I wanted to catch up with them, but didn't bother to do so. I looked ahead and our teacher was Warren Ellis. He was speaking in English even though it was french class, and I remember being engrossed with what he was saying, although I remember none of it now.
I can't believe I had a dream with Warren Ellis in it. Rob, you have infected my mind.
Last night I had a dream that I was going back to the newly rebuilt High School, except it was in Vancouver instead of Fort St. John. It was rainy outside and I was on a street that looked like Hastings and Cambie by the Dominion Bldg. except that there was more neon lights and windowed shops stretching into the distance. The rain was pouring, it was dark as night (it may have been night) and I found myself at the school's entrance. A kind of futuristic blue, grey and white building with rounded edges on everything. I was extremely late for my french class. I didn't care, but figured I should go even though I knew I had already completed high school once. I was more interested in prolonging my time spent with my girlfriend Michelle than with going to class. Eventually I climbed up into the door. (Like a treehouse you had to jump up to the doorway and pull yourself in.) The room had the typical white walls and green carpet and green chalkboards of my youth. It was bright and well lit. I sat down at my desk and pulled some books out of my bag. The room was filled with my old classmates from french class; Dustin, Tyrell, Ashley, Jasta and such. I felt like I wanted to catch up with them, but didn't bother to do so. I looked ahead and our teacher was Warren Ellis. He was speaking in English even though it was french class, and I remember being engrossed with what he was saying, although I remember none of it now.
I can't believe I had a dream with Warren Ellis in it. Rob, you have infected my mind.
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