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I had a dream last night that Joan Baez was in an art class with me and I had an intense crush on her and wanted to talk to her so bad but my anxious ass couldn't. So, I made a plan to lightly bump into her while getting our ceramics projects as like a "chance meeting" or whatever. But when I was going to do it, I got pushed by someone else on accident and I fucking plowed into Joan so hard that she crashed against the wall and it made all of the ceramics fall off the wall and onto her. Then she just turned and looked at me with the most shocked and confused face I've ever seen and went, "Well, aren't you going to say excuse me?" in the most chill tone ever and then just picked up her ceramic flower pot out of the rubble of broken ones and nonchalantly turned and went back to her seat as if I didn't just give her an actual concussion.