I go to school at Starbucks.

I walked into a classroom inside a local Starbucks. My teacher, Mrs. Lewis -- the same one who taught my middle school history classes --stood at the front of the room with a book in hand.

Danny, a classmate, took a seat and Mrs. Lewis approached him. She kissed his head.

"Eww," she said. "That smells gross."

And Danny got depressed.

Then, I woke up.

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I originally documented this dream on Dec. 16, 2008. While Danny exists, he has never been a classmate. To this day, however, I see him at Starbucks all the time.