I was in a room which reminded me of a classroom, but which was located in a department store. I sat down and began looking at a book. On one page were some letters which I began touching with my fingers. A typewriter key above the book then typed out each letter I had touched. I began typing some poetry. Some people began watching me and I realized how interesting it must be for them to see someone typing poetry. The poetry was coming to me very naturally and it was very enjoyable to feel it flowing out of me. One of the phrases in the poem was "Annie of my dreams."
Three pretty girls were standing next to me to my right. I grabbed one by the hand, pulled her next to me and asked her if she wanted to go to
France with me. She said no. Turning to another girl wearing a red sweater, who wasn't quite as pretty as the first one, I said, "Well I guess I'll just have to settle for you then."I asked her if she would like to go to France with me. She said she didn't think she could go either.
Some boys (16-17 years old) were nearby. They were wearing green school sweaters. One spoke about having taken the Law School Admission Test. I said I had taken the test and had scored 680 out of a possible 800. I said that was very high because a score of only about 500 was required to be able to get into law school. He seemed impressed.
One boy said he had taken the test and had only scored in the 100s. Another said he had started to take it, but had walked out in the middle of it.
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