It was the oddest thing. Like every kind of weird stuff that happens in dreams just came together in one montage of embarrassing awfulness. There was the suddenly-finding-yourself-naked-in-public part, the part where both your mobile phone and computer refuse to work, the part the one where the guy you like acts like the biggest jerk. Only you can’t call him up and yell at him because your phone isn’t working. Then after a while, you meet up with your old high school classmates and you find out they don’t like you anymore.
There was more, but I don’t like to depress you, gentle readers, any more than I have to.
I should’ve woken up screaming but I didn’t. I’ll just console myself with chocolate now. Later.