This morning I also dreamt that I was a white American teenage girl on an overnight fieldtrip to an observatory. This super cool kid in school—gorgeous, smart, artsy, shy, musical—performed something on the keyboard with his band in front of the class. He, of course, was in love with a popular cheerleader girl, and the bass player in his band, a nerdy girl, was in love with him.
We went outside to look at the beautiful stars stretching as far as the eye could see, and then we spent the night in the observatory. In the gray early morning, I found this super emo stud and tried to convince him to choose me over the cheerleader and the bandmate. Some other stuff happened, but I forgot them because I didn't write this down after I woke up.
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