In Smithaven mall where Sasssyy’s used to be, there was now an ice cream parlor. Neon colours were used for everything, and the place was stylized after a diner in the 50’s. For some reason, Mike was working there. I hung around the counter, talking with him about stupid things. He was of course being a jerk, but fixed up a free ice cream sundae for me. Soon Sensei Jimmy showed up. I knew somehow that he was the owner of the place, and that Mike was just working for him. Jimmy and I sat down while I ate my ice cream, and Mike was elsewhere. We talked about how he named one of his kids after me, and Jimmy asked if I knew why. I have no idea.

After that we left the ice cream place, and went to this sort of seating area. There were tents set up in the middle of the halls, with comfortable swinging chairs and pillows and carpets. But apparently you had to have a membership. I didn’t have one, so I made to say goodbye. The old man who ran the area (who had a monkey, I might add) stopped me and told me I did in fact have a membership. My Aunt Gretchen had bought me one for Christmas, didn’t I remember? And suddenly I did. In another dream, my Aunt Gretchen had given me a membership card to something, and all I could think is “What is this even for?” Sure enough, the man looked at his list and there was my name. I took out my wallet and showed him the card, and soon joined Jimmy and Mike on the swings.

There was some kid with them, a sixth grader. But he was very advanced for his age, and was able to carry on a decent conversation. He reminded me very much of Oakdale James, actually. Soon he was joined with some cheerleaders from his school, and immediately started hitting on one of the girls. She responded, too! I was thorougly confused.

Suddenly, Igor was sitting on my lap. “What are you doing here?” I asked him.

“You know,” he said. “I’m not entirely sure.”

He stayed sitting on my lap for a while. Soon our fingers were interlocked, and after a while the scenary changed a bit. Igor was still sitting on me, and suddenly there was a collection of lumberjack hats nearby. There were so many, in so many different colours. I squealed over the wonder of them all, and suddenly we were kissing. It was a bad kiss, filled with teeth and entirely unsexy. But then I realized it was something different. It wasn’t about tongues and mouths and spit. We were pouring our souls into one another.

This is when we started having another “relationship” conversation. Igor kept trying to run away. He admitted to having feelings for me, but he couldn’t be in a relationship. I held him tightly and whispered we could make it work. I told him we could do homework together, like Kerning and Ryan…

I woke up.

I need to stop having dreams like this about Igor. It’s getting rediculous now. I really don’t understand why they keep happening.