Last nite’s dream was strange again. I was at school, but it wasn’t quite school. It was sorta different, but it wasn’t something you could really put your finger on. All the teachers had gone crazy, and the security gaurds were even worse. and the kids were just enjoying it all. I was at my math class trying to go to spanish, and I saw my spanish teacher in the door to my chem room. She was handing out iron on’s of some sort of pink floaty DBZ fan character. I ran downstairs and turned a certain way and ended up in some sort of science museum. Like the one I had gone to when we went to Cape Cod last year. But then that nasty fat security gaurd came and started chasing people around, and he grabbed me but them someone kicked him in the head. I ran to my spanish room and was asking my friend Steffy what was going on. And then my alarm clock went off. I hate school.