Does this look infected to you?

Being sick is so annoying. Well, not really, you get special treatment. Not having inhibitions is annoying. When I'm sick I can't control what I'm saying. Often I'll just ramble about my deepest worries and fears in life to unsuspecting passers-by. Like my mother, or my girlfriend. I once told my mom about how cool it would be to have a trenchcoat! She eventually told my dad and they made a huge deal of it... I forget what it's all about now.

Anyway, another cool thing happens when I'm sick though: I have awesome, insane dreams! Like, on Friday night I slept for thirteen hours and had three dreams. The weirdest, went something like this:
It was PE class at school, only it wasn't at Gunderson, it resembled John Muir, my middle school, more. At John Muir, beyond the gym and the attached locker rooms, there's a section of concrete basketball courts, an expanse of grass large enough for about a baseball field and two more backstops, and across from four tennis courts, a swimming pool. All my friends were there, even some kids I didn't go to middle school with, and we had to climb a fifteen foot chain-linked fence to warm up.
On the other side of the fence, we proceeded into classrooms that were not ours, like open house day only we were the parents. In one of the classrooms, Mrs. Miller was teaching a class full of first-graders. Half of them were sitting patiently at their desks, and the other half were riding this sort of curved, piano keyboard slide, sitting atop the black keys. As we stepped into the classroom, Mrs. Miller unbuckled a girl who had finished playing on the slide, and strapped in a boy with blonde hair. She pushed him through these velvet teeth at the foot of the slide and he teleported to the top, as the girl who was done playing took his desk and obediently waited for her turn again. We marveled at this spectacle for a few minutes before filing into some empty desks at the back of the class.