back in high school again

Date: 6/5/2018

I’m back in high school and I decide to join the football team. All of the players are in the locker room, getting ready for a team photo. It’s in 10 minutes, but I forgot my uniform at home, and I want to be in the photo, so I run outside to my car, which is parked near the swimming pool. I can hear swimmers making fun of me as I’m running[I used to be on the swim team and there was a rivalry with the football team]. When I open my car door, I see my two dogs in there panting heavily. I must’ve forgotten that I left them in there(not something I would do), so I start the car and aim the air conditioning at them, roll down the windows and fan them off with a paper packet: all of this, while zooming out of the parking lot, driving home as fast as I can. Half way there, I check the time on my phone. 5 minutes left. I pull up to my house and run inside to discover that the football team is having a party inside. The interior doesn’t look like my house at all. There are a lot of non-athletes at the party too. Everyone is having a good time, playing pool ball, socializing and eating food, then suddenly, a football player assaults a non-athlete beside the pool table. I run up to the football player and punch him in the face. We get in a fight and he jumps on my back, then I body slam him, but he is still holding on. I don’t want to hurt him any more, so I whisper to him that I’m done fighting. He hops off of my back and I walk away to another part of the house. People are confused as to why our fight ended like that, but it doesn’t matter to me. I walk outside and sit at a table full of girls. One of them asks me if I want a sip of her drink and I say “no thanks,” I brought my own drink to the table, although it was all ice and no fluid. I start crushing the ice and the girls watch me. They try to give me advice on how to crush the ice, but I move to another table where I find my aunt. She talks about a trip that she is about to go on, then I leave that table after a while and sit at a table with my old friend from my high school film class. We have a conversation about story telling and he goes into critic-mode. He tells me how my story telling does not follow a story arc - now I am agitated...