Softly into the Night

Had an absolute nightmare last night that it was the first day of classes but rather unexpectedly, instead of showing up to classes, we were all going to the field to play softball in assigned groups. Apparently, I was not ready for softball. I thought I had two more hours to get ready for classes and was still in pajamas (which had to be rolled up and knotted) and worst of all, flip flops. I thought about just hiding the fact that I was in flip flops from the coach (we all got coaches for our teams and I did not endear myself to mine) but then it started raining. And it became obvious that I was wearing flip flops. Especially when some mean girl pulled me by the back of my shirt and caused my feet to slide across the mud. (Now that I think about it, that was a really cool move.) I tried to borrow some from Rachel and Connie, but they were both wearing Wellies. Damn BCF freshmen. Damn stressful softball. In the end, I tried to buy some sneakers but then whoa, out of nowhere, here is the kicker- an Olsen twin lent me her shoes! They weren't quite sneakers but really soft white leather sandals that weren't quite like ballet flats but similar and really cute, so who was I to turn down shoes from an Olsen? One Olsen was dressed in white, another in black, and I think we traded some banter about how we hate each other but not really. At that point, my subconscious realized, 'hold up, this is ridiculous,' and I woke up.