Dream #12

I am in a two story house, talking with Joel, and It dawns upon me that this is not my house, nor is it his that we are in. In fact, Joel and I have been transported back into the 9th grade, and we have switched time lines. I am now related to his family, and he to mine. Many scenes play out before me, such as English class with Wesely going differently than I remembered. Switching time lines is such a complicated feeling in itself, because it involves having your personality combined with someone else's experiences, so now I know nothing about metallurgy, but can name quite a few movies that I absolutely "need to watch". And thats it for my existential meltdown.