Matt and I were jogging around his neighborhood. Somehow we got separated and I ran into one of my former students, Ryan. He was a baseball player and was still wearing his uniform. He confronted me angrily (something completely out of character for him in reality) and asked me who said I was the ugliest thing on Earth. I informed him that it was he who said that (he never said anything mean to me, ever, in reality). He then started to cry, saying that he couldn’t believe he had been so cruel. I ripped the numbers of his shirt so he had no signs of being an athelete. “How does it feel now to be nothing? That’s what you did to me.” He apologized and we hugged, sobbing together at our cruelty.

Then I was in my new apartment (which I have not moved into yet). Mari, Stephanie D. and Rochelle, came over although I didn’t even tell them where I lived. Stephanie and Rochelle hopped on the futon and started to watch TV. Mari came around the corner with presents.

“I brought you some fancy underwear and some other things.” She had two metal letters, both “F,” with metal objects attached in the upper-left-hand corner. One had a baseball bat and one had a gun. At that point, my mother woke me up. My heart was racing when that happened.