Dreams.

So, I wake up early in the morning and look out the window – everything is covered in snow, the thermometer reads -60 degrees Celsius, and I’m happy that I don’t have to go to school… But, no, I still have to go. I arrive, skip classes as usual, and then the shop teacher catches me. He gives me money and asks me to buy him a figure of this character. I have no idea why I remembered her, but my brain definitely mixed up the name and somehow called her “Chihiro Thio.” Where did that name come from? It’s a mystery. Anyway, I go and buy the figure (which, for some reason, was being sold in the lobby of the same school, and why couldn’t he buy it himself then? Was he embarrassed or something?). Then I walk and meet some classmates. We start talking about this and that, and then I go home. I realize that something is wrong, I touch my backpack with my fingers, and I feel the figure’s packaging. Suddenly, I feel awkward and uncomfortable. On one hand, I accidentally took the figure that I bought with the shop teacher’s money, and on the other hand, I now have to go back to school in -60 degree weather.