Dreams and shit

I had another dream about HER last night. You don't know who she is. It doesn't matter. I can never remember the order of events in which my dream happened, its weird. Anyways, i think we were at some highschool. I opened the year book and i saw her picture and i took a picture. Then im in my french teachers classroom and she comes up to me. Her hair is pink. But its short. She had pink hair but it was long. Im pretty sure the way she looked was how i interpreted a picture of her. In some picture, i thought she had short hair but i was looking at it the wrong way. She was in the same outfit as that picture so that must be it. She was with someone else. She didn't know me. I was a stranger to her. She asked if i wanted to be in her group for a dramafest. Of course i said yes. The play was that night and they still needed to plan out a skit. We didn't, i just drew on the whiteboard. I drew her, but in the future. She had no idea (of course she didn't). Then it was time. While im writing this, i keep getting little images in my mind that there was some...waterfall before? But idk. We end up not going on stage. We ran out and we get ice cream. Its warm out and the sun is setting and i love spending time with her. Im glad i got to talk to her. That was cool.