<div align="center">Strawberries and Skateboarding with Dakota</div><div align="center">04 . 08 . 2007</div>
The dream begins at my school on my first day back from spring break. I was out in the hallways during class with a few random friends and acquaintances of mine from my school. Someone spotted a single patch of two extremely red and ripe strawberries sprouting from one of the many gardens surrounding the various buildings scattered across my school&#39;s unfamiliar campus. Without any second thoughts or hesitation, a select few of my companions ran up and started stomping them to jam. The rest of the group, including myself, urged them to stop.

The school day had ended and I began to walk out to the lot behind my school where my ride was parked. Like most other days, I saw the girl sitting in the back of her brother&#39;s pickup truck waiting for him to drive her home. Unlike most days, she had about ten or more friends with her. As I approached her, her friends disappeared and we traded glances. I smiled.

She gave me an awkward sun exposed smile as she pulled out a clear plastic box with some lunch meat in it and held it up for me to see. She caught me somewhat off guard when she suggested we skate it together. I set the box up and stepped to the side, waiting for her to find to perfect spot to drop her skateboard and go.

Somewhere, one of us found a large, framed painting in a pile of trash next to one of the buildings. Together we skated the picture for a good five or ten minutes. Upon awakening, I was extremely disappointed to find out it was merely a dream.