The junior and senior classes at my high school were going to attend a giant cookout at some park. The "park" looked like a combination of a large park here in town, the parking lot for an art museum I frequent, and a few other locations. I remember riding on a school bus to this event, but when I arrived, I got out of a friend's car. There's a big blank spot...then I remember running with two people (my "friends" in the dream, though I had never seen them before) to the cookout area because we were "late." When we arrived, I was dripping with sweat, and felt horrible and was afraid I'd see one of the guys I had a crush on. There was an old, wooden fence I had to get past. I was going to jump over it in an attempt to look "cool" but realized I was too short, so I simply crawled under it.
There were lots of picnic tables set up. I found a few of my friends, but they had decided they wanted to eat "spread out" (away from each other), so I went and sat on an empty table. Pretty soon, a girl I had known in high school (well, I had classes with her, but never spoke to her) showed up. This girl was part of the more popular crowd at my high school, and I had always envied her somewhat. Not because she was popular, but because she had the opportunity to do something that I wanted to do (don't ask what it is, you'd laugh), but couldn't do, and that pissed me off.
Anyway, this girl suddenly decided that I was her best friend. She kept talking to me about anything and everything, even though I just wanted to be quiet. Sometimes she'd startle me by saying, "Savanna, Savanna, SAVANNA!" Another time she made a rude "observation" about one of the chaperones of the cookout. "That dude over there looks so gay when he gets hot," she said. "His cheeks get all red and blotchy!"
I muttered something. Then she asked me how to say "he is gay" in French. I told her but she mispronounced it and I didn't bother to correct her. We decided next we'd lay down and try to work on our tans. She had on a Discman that was playing some sort of weird techno music. Later, I saw that it was a CD for a band called "Halloween II" -- it wasn't the soundtrack for "Hallowen H2O," either, if that's what you're thinking. Halloween II.
Some girl I had known in 9th grade suddenly appeared, demanding that she be given her Discman back. Apparently, the "popular girl" had borrowed it last year and never bothered to return it.
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