By Beatrice Wielich
So we went to this dance class which was supposed to be like my gym course but it wasn't. I guess the instructor was just making it so that everyone could follow. I was carrying a box with me. A dark brown wooden box with stuff in it. A notebook and weed. I was thinking that I'd smoke that a little bit at the time. I don't even smoke weed. Such a strange dream. The gym had like gigantic windows and it was on the top of a skyscraper. I do not remember anything else.