I am at a school dance. I jump around, flailing my arms and legs in a carefree way; sometimes I fall down. Curiously, the last song of the night is "Ramblin' Man", which pleases me immensely. I flail about some more and sing along. Some cool kids come by wanting to know if I am drunk. I explain that I am not; that they are just fooled into thinking that because of my "awesome moves". I do some more of my "moves" for emphasis. The group of us leaves smoking cigarettes and boards a school bus. Everyone is reading big, black books which I assume are some sort of vampire series. I am so tired from all the jumping and flailing that I promptly fall asleep.
Dreams please me.