  It is too hard to keep referring to him as Molesting-Global Issues-Freshman-Teacher-Asshole, so I am resorting to calling him The Tooth.
This is a nickname Mary and I gave him last year, because one of his front teeth is majorly messed up. He has no other dental abnormalities except that damn tooth. It's completely crocked. I don't understand why he doesn't do something about it. For a guy who cares so much about his appearance, it amazes me. That's not the point. The point is that I had another fucking dream about him.
Yes, again . I had recurring dreams starring him last year for several months. And I thought they were gone, over. Apparently not. I'm pretty sure it was sparked by another awkward interaction with The Tooth last week. Allery, this neighbor/girl in my photography class, and I were shooting pictures around school and I was telling her about how I run near her house all the time.
The Tooth must have been having his prep period or something, because he was in the same hallway. He was behind me and said, "No you don't! " teasingly. And then scampered off. So here is my dream. I was taking pictures on the second floor with a large group of boys. I was taking a lot of pictures and they kept falling out of my camera like polaroids, except they were eight-by-ten glossy black-and-whites.
The Tooth came up to me and smiled, "You're so much different than last year. " I then I stopped taking pictures and ran away. Clearly, there is something to that. I mean, he said "You're so much different than last year" clear as a bell. What am I in comparison to last year? Fuck, I know I am happier. Than why did I run away? This is going to bother me. Affectionately... Anna 
