My Dream Of The Day

I meet an attractive entrepreneur who's an artist. By the way, why must I be in hiding? We exchange some information with each other, then I'm off on a bus. Wait, what?! A bus? Yeah, I don't know either. But anyways, as I'm on this bus it's late evening, about 7 PM and some people start a conversation with me, and I tell them that I'm concerned about tomorrow. Why? Because I think, for some inexplicable reason which goes beyond me, that I've got to wake up early tomorrow to go to school. I get a sixth sense at that moment that something is wrong with my mind. The guy in the bus replies to me: "Kids have days off Tuesday." WTF? It's Wednesday, oh wait, no that would be the next day. Hah! I then ask him, once he's done with his question, whether I should go back and make friends with the entrepreneur. Now, the entrepreneur met me at my aunt and uncle's house, but they were away so I'm assuming that they sold the house to her (Aliens, man...). Why in the world was she in hiding? What were her plans? She hid under the sheets as I was on the bus and even though I had some sense in me, I couldn't make sense of quite everything that was happening. And why the fuck is there knocking on my window at night while writing this? Clearly, I'm not dreaming anymore. (I'm serious)!