You know the other day, I had a dream that I went to a gym (even though I barely go to one irl) and saw DJ there. I was freaking out about it that I ran up and told my friend, and she said, “Well go over there and talk to him!” and I said, “I can’t! Even if I walked past him and he sees me and smiles at me, I can’t look at him. I’ll look like a doofus if I smile at him!” So a little later, while I was on my way to the lockers, I saw him on the treadmill, and he noticed me, and we locked eyes, and he smiled at me, and then I gave a quick smile and looked away while I powerwalked my way out of there. And then I woke up like, “Wow, I can’t even talk to him in my dreams!”
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