At a dining hall, seemed reminiscent to being with the old demo team. I remember my mum telling me beforehand that if I wanted to go through with hormone therapy, she’d try to help me out with getting it. After eating, I found myself just staring at what I picked out — toast, jam, butter, mango, and some knives spoons and forks. Took some left over candy bars, thinking, “The pit might get hungry.” as though I was about to go to band camp. Then I was at my house, looking out the window, there was this guy, he looked like me, but a little taller, scruffier, and had a gothic fashion about him. I opened the window, and he started talking to me. He played guitar and screamed with his Satanic dog. Then I walked away for a moment, but I heard the garage door opened, so I ran back, and he was inside. I asked him why he was here. He said he didn’t know. We went into the kitchen to talk. He told me to stay by the window so we’d be closer to each other. I said it doesn’t make sense because he can only come in from the garage door which is on the other side of the house. He said, “I know, but I want to protect you.” Then I asked him what shoes I should wear to band camp.


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