HFCS: effika’s blog

I woke up this morning, it started raining, and then I went back to sleep. This is the dream I had.

It is nighttime, and I am on a frozen lake with Charles, Jason, and people I don’t know but seem familiar to me. It is also Christmas time. We are to have a race across the frozen lake, and can use whatever means we want. For some reason most of us choose to brave swimmnig the near-frozen water around the lake’s perimeter. Charles and I decide to team up, and we win. The people who decided to cross on top of the lake were sliding around everywhere and didn’t get very far.

After the race, we are sitting around inside what looks to be a dark and deserted Holiday Inn pool area. There is a table we are clustered around, and it contains a few computers. The only lights are those that come from the computer monitors. Charles calls up to Dr. Franks, my Organic Chemistry teacher, and he comes down some nearby stairs. “Ready, Charles?” he asks. Charles nods. Dr. Franks takes out his laptop, and procedes to work on it. The rest of us make idle chit-chat. I mention telling my mom how everyone is, and Jason (who now looks like my friend Heath) says, “Are you going to tell her the most important part of all? How I was almost killed?” I give him a quizical look. “I got beat up and almost died!” he replied. “Oh yeah, that… yeah, I’ll mention it,” I say.

“You’re ready to go, Charles,” Dr. Franks says. He folds up his laptop and leaves. Charles and I go to the airport.

Inside the airport Charles and I have a grand old time. We talk, laugh, find some fur coats and wear them, sleep a little… then it’s time for Charles to go somewhere. I’m not exactly sure where. I don’t want him to go, so I start following him. “Leave the fur coats behind, you don’t need them where I’m going!” he tells me. I’d already left them anyway. We walk down a hallway filled with a silver, constantly billowing curtain that dispenses roasted peanuts. We get closer and closer to kissing, when he blurts out, “You know I’m gay, right?” (Charles really is gay in real life.) I reply, “Of course! Otherwise I’d want nothing to do with you. Hey, when you took your luggage to the next gate, did you bring mine too?” Charles doesn’t know, and we head back to look.

Then I heard some people sign onto AIM, and I woke up.

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