I dreamed about Virginia the other night.
We were in a car together. She was driving, I was in the back seat, and Emily Music was riding shotgun.
Both girls were teasing me. Jenna Redmond had been emailing Virginia over and over, asking all sorts of very embarrassing questions about me.
Emily and Virginia thought this was hilarious, and kept teasing me about going to the same school as this girl.
It was very vivid.
What would Freud say?