I had a dream that I made out with Taylor Hanson.

I don’t remember why, but I was hanging out with him and Zac in some parking lot. We were talking and I mentioned knowing someone on their street team. They asked me her name, and I said, “Well, I don’t know her real last name, because I always call her Melissa Lennon. She looks sooo much like John Lennon, it’s amazing.” They laughed, but that nice sort of laugh.

It was time to go…somewhere. Zac and the body guard rounded a corner while I walked behind. Taylor pulled me backwards and kissed me. At the time, it didn’t seem strange to me at all. Except he was a really bad kisser. Like, rediculously bad. And it was kinda gross how bad he was. But whatever.

After that I went to some kind of string rehersal. Except we were playing with the cabinets from Gamestop behind us. And Leonard was there. His hair was longer than it really is, pulled back in a pony tail, wearing his leather trenchcoat. And then I felt guilty for hooking up with Taylor.