I had the strangest dream this morning.

I was somewhere in the mid-’80s, a tawny-skinned highschool girl with long, dark, feathered hair. I was at school, watching some preppy jock straight out of Pretty In Pink harrassing the girls soccer team. Getting in the way and then scoffing “Girls suck at sports.”

I doused him with water from the bottle I was holding, then proceeded to get in a brawl with him. I wasn’t doing half badly when some incredibly cute boy with short brown feathered hair and green eyes broke the fight up. He was the older brother of the preppy kid I was beating up, and he broke up the fight, told his brother to go to hell, and then looked at me.

It was ’80s love at first site, and my dream then had a “time passes” montage of us slow dancing to hair rock ballads, talking, lauging, falling in love. At some point he turned to me and said “You know, it’s all about expanding your mind…sometimes I even use drugs.”

“What drugs?” I asked him.
“Well, pot and acid, of course” my buttrock boyfriend replied.
“What year is it?” I asked.
“1986.” he answered.
“Where are we?” I asked.
“Illinois.” he answered.
“Well if it’s 1986 and you do drugs, then we’re taking a road trip to TEXAS!”

For those of you who don’t know, before it was illegal, Ecstasy was very popular with college kids in Texas in the mid-’80s. You could actually use your credit card to buy pills at clubs.

Anyway, so in my dream I take the green-eyed feather-haired boy on a road trip to Texas. But I woke up before we got there.