I went to some class, or seminar type thing about coping with personality and body problems, like ocd and my tourettes. Not sure why I went, didn’t figure it could be bhelped. Maybe te find a way to make it a bit more subdued or tolerable. I made some friends while I was there. Some girlwith photographic momory and something else I don’t remember, some guy, and Moto, who put drinks into cups upsidedown.
the girl asked for my phone number and I ended up sneaking over to her house, coming in through her bedrom window. At one point I ended up hiding on her top bunk behind a stuffed animal, clearly visible to her little sister bust still went unsene. I then fell down, still hiding behind an stuffed animal and she didn’t see me for a good while. Eventually she sawa my hand, picked it up and looked at it before following up my arm to seeing there was a boy in the room. I mtioned for her to be quiet, and she was for a second and then started yelling “BOY!” in a high-pitched screetch I quickly held my hand over her mouth to quiet her. When her mom came in, I smiled and told her that tea was ready.
We wet to some building at some point. The guy I met from that seminor was there and up to no good. Moto gave me a chocolaote latte or somethnig like that in an upside-down cup inside a cup.
The girl kept calling e, just to talk. I think she made herself my assumed girlfriend. At some point we were on a plane, and she told me that despite her fear of flying she felt comfortable because I was learning to become a pilot. Not sure how that could comfort anyone I exploined that I’ve never flown a plane before, she didn’t care. We hit some turbulence and then the plane went supersonic, and I woke p.