I used to have this thing called a "Photoblog"

It was a blog...that you posted photos on. The website advertised a concept called "Photoblog 365" or something like that and the idea was to post at least one picture a day for 365 days. I tried it and lasted about a month, which was no surprise.

Anyway, I like blogging and being random, so I decided to separate this from my English blog so I could just let out my thoughts. I think I wanna try to carry the 365 idea over. Maybe I can make a post every day for 365 days (yeah right). It's worth a try.

Anyway, here's my post for today:

Last night, I had a weird dream. I went to see a show with my mom. We couldn't find any seats. We looked around the entire theater looking for someplace to sit, but we found no two seats together. I suggested that we leave the theater. As we walked outside, I called my best friend Anna. I told her to come meet up with me. We met up in the cold parking lot outside of the theater. As we walked around, we decided we would go to the city. She had to use the bathroom before we went, so we walked over to a building. We passed an open field with animals, all cylinder shaped, running in place. It was weird.

"We used to come here when we were four years old!" she said.

"Yeah, you're right! I just realized," I replied.

We kept walking and made it to the building. Inside was a huge line for the bathroom.

"Can't you just wait until we get to the city?" I asked.

She couldn't wait and got in line. I was waiting for her when a girl came over to me. She brought me into a room and started fighting with me, yelling at me and hitting me. I fought her back until she told me to stop and she walked away. I told Anna that we had to leave. We walked out the side entrance of the building and there was the girl again...this time, with my history teacher. She told me she was "sorry for the way things turned out before" and I told her that I was sorry she's such a mean person. That's when she moved out of the way and let my history teacher take over.

From there, he began yelling at me, telling me I was worthless because I'm so terrible at history.

"You're actually my worst student. I can't even grade your papers," he said. "I just don't know what to do with you! You have the lowest grade in the class. You shouldn't even be here!"

And then, he started doing backflips.

Right there outside the building, he was doing backflips in his gray suit, still going on about history and my poor grades.

And then I woke up.

And fell back asleep.

And dreamt that I took a 15-page history test and got everything right. Yet still got a B.

And then I woke up. Again.

But I haven't really woken up. This dream was just an illusional view of my reality.

My friends got a kick out of it.

My mom is worried.

My teacher? I don't think he really grasped the underlying message here.