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It was one of those school dreams where the geometry of the school is as flexible as the titular <font color=#002FA9>house</font> from <font color=#002FA9>House</font> of Leaves. Specifically, it was high school.
For whatever reason, rather than have an assembly in the school auditorium, it was held in an expanded (and exceptionally well-lit) basement of my old fraternity <font color=#002FA9>house</font>. There were tables of non-alcoholic ginger ale+cherry punch and it was standing room only. In the center of the basement was an empty circle containing the three featured speakers. Before they could begin, a theatre mascot made some inductor announcements from a ladder on the other side of the basement.
The speakers were two college-age guys who looked like actors who play teenagers on screen and one libertarian-looking fellow absolutely decked out in rDrama swag. His clothing was covered in rDrama and Marsey pins, buttons, patches, and stickers. Not even his pin-powered forest green beret could hide his grey hair.
As soon as he began to speak, the well-paid educel chadmins stepped in to y'all the assembly. I began a very slow clap, as I could not go any faster due to sleep paralysis. Everybody else in the room joined with fervent cheers and clapping as the crowd dispersed and I woke up.
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