Scott Caslow was standing on a porch in with a blue UVA sweatshirt on and he was holding his lacrosse stick. Chester the Cheetah was standing in front of him in a rainbow sweater and a red beret screaming “CRAZY GOOD!!!!” really loud and doing that cartoony ‘head zoom’ thing, and Scott was just leaning against the porch column like, “what the fuck? Hahaha…”
This dream was in 2nd grade when I first moved to Italy and right after I had met Tommasso. I was walking down the alley where our apartment building was, and right next to it on the street was a real life "live action" creche scene. Tomasso's family made up most of the players, but Tommasso was just sort of there. It turned out he was a vampire and he said he was going to bite me. I begged him not to, and told him that I would give him my little red tricycle if he didn't, but he could not be turned and he simply shook his head (eyes closed) and smiled while I continued to plead with him.
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