endless iterations

I dreamed once, of a very long and difficult day that involved a few of my friends. When I got up in the morning, I was quite sure this had all happened, and went quietly on my way to school, wondering how we were going to deal with all the weird things that had happened yesterday. (Note that the weird things happening amongst my friends didn't seem out of place at all) I ran into the person who should have been in the hospital, and everything came crashing back. But not before I said enough odd things to raise eyebrows.