I was at some sort of event that reminded me visually of student orientation at New Paltz. There was a big lawn with lots of tents, and tons of people everywhere. I was supposed to go to see a certain speaker, but knew that Emily and Dan were supposed to be there also. Despite the fact that Emily and I talked through our differences, I was very nervous to have to interact with her. I gathered my nerves together and went to the tent. I saw them, but only said hi to Dan. We all sat near each other.

There was a little hipster girl. She had long, strawberry-blonde hair with choppy, uneven bangs. She was wearing a bright yellow cardigan, tight pants, and puffy high tops. The impression from the dream I got was that I had known her in High School and that she had gone to college where she did a 180 fashion-wise. She had on a stereo where she was blaring some song, when she began to say she wanted to throw on some punk rock to liven things up. I felt Emily and Dan begin to bristle next to me but I beat them to it. “‘Punk rock’, are you kidding me? This is more like mid-90’s top 40 trash! What, you think you stop dying your hair blonde and buy a couple of shirts from a thrift store and all of a sudden you’re edgy? I hate to break it to you but dressing the way you do doesn’t make you an individual. It’s just another dress-code, and you’re just as fake as you were before.” The girl looked stunned, and Emily looked at me with pride.

Note : I’m aware that this is shit I’ve been saying pretty frequently in conscious-life, and how superficial this dream is.