
I was in a parking lot. I had just stepped out of the car into the brisk weather and I was with my sister and my dad. I noticed people getting out of another car and I saw a cute boy from class. I was confused as to why he was there, but I wasn't about to complain.
Everybody made their way to a big building that kind of looked like our school's Field House. For some reason, we had to wait in this wooden paneled room. It was basically all the same color wood all around, even the floors were parquet maple. There were long maple tables and chairs that lined them. The boy was sitting with his party already when my family got to the room. We sat at a table near the boy, I made sure to sit across from him so that I could look at him.
Time passed by and eventually everybody was let into the arena. I don't remember how I got to my seat, but by some luck I was sitting next to the boy. The event must have been some school spirit event because there were dancers, singers, drum lines, and signs. The dancers were in what looked like crepe paper costumes, they looked a little like pinatas. They did extravagant dances that looked a bit tribal. Streamers were flying everywhere and the crowd joined in on the action. They all held up little squares of paper that formed a bigger picture. The strange thing was, it seemed they were promoting some kind of sale. Some of the signs said 90% or 93% which I'm assuming was a sale or something. These signs continued all around the stadium and each one was assembled in a different way...it was really cool.
All of the sudden I notice the boy next to me. He has brown paper towel and he is wiping himself off. Then he starts wiping the back of our seats (which was a light blue cement wall). For some reason he began wiping the back of my seat. With his arm extended behind me I thought to myself "I'm going to pretend, if only for a moment, that his arm is really, intentionally around my shoulder." Staring downward into space, I continued thinking about the boy wistfully. I felt something on my forehead, so I looked up. It was him! He was wiping the sweat off my forehead (it was pretty hot in there). Astonished, I looked at him and breathlessly said "Thank you." He flashed a sweet, dazzling smile and said "No problem."
The dream was murky after that, but eventually it was time to leave. He headed off before I could say anything. I also saw two other boys from my classes. One was standing against a wall and his friend told him "Yo, you've got some pot on your face." The other looked at me like he recognized me but didn't say anything as he walked out the door. I walked back to the parking lot that was now lightly covered in snow. The last thing I remember was looking down at the ground which was a little bit muddy and had foot prints and tire tracks in it. (12/10/08)