Should have started awhile ago. I have the most vivid dreams and often in episodes. Sometimes they are explicit, so I won't be posting those.

• August 3, 2006: I don't know what my age is, I'd say around sixteen or seventeen. I am dating this boy, and he is everything anyone could ask for. I become pregnant. We move in together. He tends to my every need, making sure I am eating and sleeping enough. I am now six months pregnant. We are getting pretty passionate, and he wants to have sex. He shoves me against a wall, kisses my neck, then picks me up. Somehow I tumble down the stairs. As if they have an automatic alert system, paramedics and police show up. They accuse my boyfriend of sexual assault. The police question me about it; I neither confirm nor deny the charge. I don't speak at all. And now I am at school. Rumors are going around that "the pregnant chick got raped." I am hanging around with people I barely know. They all want to skip class, so we sneak away and climb a metal ladder. I do not know how I manage that. We end up in some sort of hideout, an alcove. It's not completely secretive, but it looks as if no one ever comes up there. A faculty member walks by. There's a window so we have to get in really awkward positions to avoid being seen. My foot slips, making a loud clang. It will be only a matter of minutes before the man finds us. No one makes a run for it, and no one is angry with me. Finally, I decide I have been silent long enough and say, "He didn't do anything to me." One of them asks, "Why didn't you say so?"
• date unknown: I am sitting on a toilet. Surrounding me are endless rows of toilets. The bathroom stalls are like cubicle walls. The stalls are too short. Everyone's head and upper body are visible, but the actual toilets are not. But then I look down and see a mirror that is more like a window. It shows inside the toilet of the stall behind me. This makes me really uncomfortable, and I cannot use the bathroom. Someone tells me this bathroom is normal.
• date unknown: My right nostril is sealed with skin. I have trouble breathing, but I do not realize what is wrong until someone says something (in disgust?). I panic and pull at my nose. I break the seal and it hangs from my nose.
• December 12, 2007: I transfer to a school overseas. Walking to the front office, I see a tall Chinese boy from Winter Park. I think it strange and it bothers me. Then a lot of people seem familiar, but no one really stands out. I see Reid. He smiles at me and talks to me right outside the door. Then somehow, I am in a dimly lit room. A girl is seated in front of a vanity. I am removing pins and clips and barrettes from her hair. They are never-ending. Just clip after clip after clip in a mass of long wavy blonde hair. Reid leans against the doorframe and watches with his arms crossed. He becomes important to me in this dream. He is known as a sort of bad boy.
• April 29, 2008: I am supposed to be tutored at Ms. Janet's house, but I get bored and go for a walk without telling anyone. I am far from the house when a pit bull jumps on me. I am afraid until I realize it is playing, albeit a little aggressively. Its owner comes and takes it away. I return through a backdoor or a garage door. There are plenty of strange dogs standing or lounging around. More enter through a dog door. They do not belong to Ms. Janet. I go upstairs and almost run into a gorgeous Asian boy exiting his room. I can't remember his face; all I see now is a vague outline and earphones. He is tall and lean but not scrawny. He gives me a heartwrenching smile. I follow him downstairs. He turns out to be Ms. Janet's son. He seems so familiar now, but I feel as if I've made him up.
• September 29, 2008: I figure out how to work the cruise control on my car.
• October 1, 2008: I am driving down a straight road. The SUV in front of me stops abruptly. I press hard on my brakes, but my car slides and hits the SUV's bumper. His car is perfectly fine, but mine is totaled. I call him a jerk and shoot his tires.
• October 6, 2008: Lamar takes the trash from my bathroom. I get angry because it is hardly full and he wasted a bag.
• October 8, 2008: A bug is eating into our house. My mother calls pest control and the exterminator tells me the bug is brown, like the color of a dead leaf, and can be found in patches of dead grass. A friend, her younger brother, my sister, and I pile into a car even though we are already home. The lawn is massive and we scour it for the weevil. My mother is already there. She is frustrated and asks me if the bug I found weeks ago is still alive. I remind her it was black and yellow, clearly not our culprit. She yells at me for not trying to help. I tell the others I want to leave. My cell phone is dying. So is my sister's. And so is my friend's brother's. He decides to sit in the back with us. I wonder how a six-year-old could possibly need a cell phone. We all want to charge our phones, but there is only one power socket.
• October 9, 2008: (I can't remember everything.) I growl at a teacher. Apparently, it's the hottest piece of gossip in school because everyone asks me about it later. (shift) My car is fixed. I crash it again. (shift) Homecoming night at Antonio's. Michael and I share a dish as we always do. Jamie and Alex try to "outcute" us. (shift) My family and I live in a mansion. I want to shower, but in place of my towel is an ugly oversized blue beach towel. I scour the bathroom for mine and discover it is under the beach towel. I grab the beach towel and barge into my parents' bedroom. Going straight to my mother, I see Lamar's face in the bathroom mirror. His eyes are bloodshot and his hair looks as if he has just woken up. At first I do not notice Iesl in the room.
• October 18, 2008: I finish the Kagan reading guide early. I then whip out my World Lit II paper, History IA, and Extended Essay. The Extended Essay I personally deliver to Mr. De Zwart. He refuses to read it because he did not receive the rough draft.
• October 22, 2008: In Mrs. Wilkes's class, I am writing an outline for Mr. Gordon's new book How to Take Over Wall Street. A student asks Mrs. Wilkes if this book works and she responds, "Other intelligent people would tell you it's too late." I scoff because I do not find Mr. Gordon intelligent. I get up to use the restroom. Three girls from the class are there chatting and laughing. From outside the door someone calls, "(Name I forgot), your mom's here." The girl hugs everyone and leaves.
• October 26, 2008: Mr. Yu is hosting a party at school. We all go in separate cars. I crash into air and stop in a dirt area. Mr. Yu spots me and pulls over. Crying, I explain that my car won't start. He approaches my car while I wait by his. He touches the left mirror and surveys the front of the car. "Okay," he says. I get in and my car growls to life. I am ecstatic yet puzzled; he didn't seem to do anything. "He must have used magic," I conclude. I thank him and tell him I will meet him at school. I continue driving. My car's headlights go up and down as if the car is blinking. "Oh, it's dark outside." I turn on the lights and shout with joy because the left one raises all the way. Distracted, I do not notice the tunnel ahead with columns separating the lanes. I am headed for the middle. I am bound to crash, but I see my sister hugging the top of the first column and miraculously I make it into the appropriate lane. Ahead, a car swerves from lane to lane. I hear a police siren and a voice over the intercom, "Bad driver. Bad driver. Bad driver." I am terrified because I am driving 54 in a 25 mile zone. I slow down. The reckless driver does not stop. And then the intercom voice says, "I guess not. I guess not. I guess not." I finally notice a long chain of cars behind me. Then I see a sign that reads: SPEED LIMIT 50 AFTER 10. Embarrassed, I accelerate quickly and wonder why no one honked. I make it to school and head for the parking lot directly in front though my chances for finding a spot are nearly none. Yet, I see one. A car pulls up next to me and I think, "Oh, no you don't. This is my spot." But then two pairs of taillights illuminate and two cars back out. What luck! The other driver and I pull in together. I think how dumb it is for a unicycle (???) to get its own space, so I set it in the same spot as Mr. Yu who turned out to be the other driver. I chain my unicycle to his car. Mom finally arrives. She and Mr. Yu want to go to Starbucks and ask if Iesl and I want to come. We both shake our heads. They shrug and continue up the walk.
• December 1, 2008: Ms. Merzouki asks me to housesit while she goes on vacation. I agree to and find out Bailey will be with me. Upon opening the door, two small dark dogs run to me and stand on their hind legs to be petted. I take a room and the dogs, one of whose name is Barnie, follow me into a bed. Barnie snuggles against my leg while the other dog wants to be stroked to sleep. I wake up to find Bailey painting a wall with a giant roller. On our last day, we spot the sweater Ms. Merzouki said we could have. The cardigan is grey with black contrast (much like the one I bought from Bloomingdales). Bailey puts it on. "Do you think, maybe, I can have the sweater, Bailey?" I ask. But she says, "I did more work than you, so I think I deserve it." This makes me angry because all I can remember her doing is paint a wall while I cared for the dogs.
• recurring: One of my adult teeth is loose. I can't help touching it, and it falls out. Dentists cannot replace the tooth. Or, I bite down too hard and all my teeth crumble.