Enox made some paintings for me and stored them in a refrigerator between drawing sessions to keep the paint dry? It was next to the food which now smelled like an art class. I was apart of a drama class online at my school. There was a forum which nobody ever seemed to be active in, so I used it for myself. I used it to complain, cry, make notes, and other things that from the outside may seem antisocial. A girl messaged me one day asking if I was okay and if I needed help. She asked to meet with me and we met in one of the school hallways. She was polite and showed signs of being curious. I didn't get it to be honest. Maybe she was trapping or using me? I was honest and said what was on my mind in a monotonous tone. I rambled about how people acted and my insecurities. I only talked about myself. It was like she wasn't there. She suddenly leaves after a period, runs away, and I find out later in a recording posted online her character assassination of me. I felt sick. I might be terrified of women. Woke up screaming two days in a row. Many lucid(?) dreams about an administrator's office in a school where Ms. Pauline works. I was naked and in the wall watching her tend to a room full of her plants and bugs. When she left to clock out, I entered because I found the ladybugs cool. She returned and caught me. I tried to play it off cool as I buried my face into the corner of the room. The darkness surrounded my face and the anxiety of being arrested had me panting, moaning, and shouting.