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Please read this and comment. I was about as lucid in this dream as I would have been in real life.


It used to be this dark place surrounded in trees. Only one story at first but then you saw that it went further and further into the ground. The hallways were always more narrow than they were, the classrooms as shitty as they were, only smaller. Everything was in some form of gray/blue scale. Most of the things, even people, were old and flaky. I was always late to class because I never knew which class I was supposed to go to
It was a nightmare of reality

Hah, it's accurate, right? Sometimes, if I made it through the day, I could wait for my bus that never came after school. or if it did come, like once or twice, it would drop me off in th emiddle of the ghetto and I was like "wtf this not home D:"

But, in this dream, I was walking right out of a graduation in a small, brown, decaying auditorium.
It was a sunny day, and Dad was supposed to pick me up, but I needed to drop off some forms for some volunteer thing at a children's hopspital
I stopped outside before going in the entrance at the bus stop area, and finished some of the forms up.
I was dressed in some white dress with jeans on underneath and some white tennis shoes. Hair pulled back. Met some janitor going in and he accidently ran over part of my shirt-dress with his push cart. He put his hand out and I held mine out in a sorta "omg I'm so sorry!/Excuse me!" movement, and they brushed. He went into some siloquoy about how he never met a goddess before or something silly lik ethat
Then an adminitrator female walked up and was like "what you want? Oh okay, come in"
So I walked in the bus stop door, and looked into the cafeteria. It was only half filled, because the other half was rented out for use at a department clothing store

The building was shaped like a stiff U, with a courtyard in the center and a few buildings. In the dream the buildings were connected, so it was like a giant square with a hole in the center. The courtyard in the center was filled with water, with a huge dark stairway leading to the underneath the back buildings

I went down the first hallway, back towards the bus entrance where I came in. It was just as cramp, gray, dark, dusty, and rotten and moldy as I remember it. Very crowded. I only peered in to check on my old teachers. They were all old now. I didn't have to go to class though. I was graduated. So I couldn't be late.

So I stopped in and saw Mr. Bumblewood, who never existed, but he seemed a mix of all the male teachers I ever liked, though none of them ironically at Northwood. I watched as his class, who liked him, brought him a small replica of a boat they carved out for him, except the back part, the sides, the wood wasn't smooth and was too short, and the points were too short to touch and be water proof on the front. He loved the gesture though, he and his wife.

A small boy with glasses caught my attention. I called him Adam. He was the one who thought to give it to the teacher, since it was the last day of school. The teacher and his wife were going on a vacation to the jungle. I joked with them a while, caught up, sitting on the bean bag chair with the two. The wife was pregnant and I knew the teacher would make a good father. I left after the last of the kids had left and started down the hall towards the lower right hand of the U, where in the dream, the offices were. I went to go into the principals office to get his signature, but saw Adam getting picked up by two bullies in typical punk/goth/black gear. Big guys.

They picked him up by his shirt sleeves and held him against a locker. I rushed over and stepped between them, holding my arms backwards over the small kid, ordering them to lay off.
"Why?"
"Because I said so, so lay off. Go to class."
"Haha. look at this b***h..."

So then we got into a small scrape, where one guy went to punch me and I grabbed his wrist and pulled it into the vents of a locker then brought my elbow down on his twisted arm so I hurt HIS elbow.
Let him go and his friend tried to punch me, but I ended up grabbing his wrist too and twisting so he was thrown face first into a locker and I pulled his shoulder out.

Then I retreated back to the lockers and leaned against them. They became a couch for me and Adam hugged my waist and burrowed in. I pet him and he went into some siloquoy (and by that I mean I can hear their thoughts) about how his wounds are healed, or rather he doesn't mind them anymore, at my touch.)

I usher the kid to class after whispering to him to be on his guard and keep his friends close, because after class the bullies will be looking for him. I was worried that they would take their frustrations about me out on him.

But while class is going on, they decide to have their interrogations, where they get everyone's side of the story. This is something Northwood never really did. But I'm talking to an old administrator lady in her office, who admits to me that she "simply can't see how there are three sides to this story."
"There are many differen't perspectives."
"Yeah, I don't get that."

So I try to draw a circle on a piece of paper. It comes out lumpy, but I ask her to imagine it's perfect. I hold it up for her so she can see it's a circle, "Okay, you have this view. This is what it looks like."
"...okay"
"So then you move it to the side and look at it length wise, and don't see hardly anything, do you?"
"No..."
"But it's still a circle, yes? Just turned a different way. So then you look at it from the bottom. Still looks like nothing, but it's still a circle, just looked at a different, but similar way."

So then she gets sick of me and puts her head on her desk, telling me to go talk to the principal, who is PISSED.

He just starts screaming when I walk in.

"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? YOU HAD NO AUTHORIZATION TO INJURE MY STUDENTS! YOU CAN'T JUST WALTZ IN HERE AND START HURTING PEOPLE!"
"Sir..."
"SHUT UP. I DON'T UNDERSTAND KIDS THESE DAYS. THEY DRESS IN THEIR BLACK AND THEIR MAKE UP AND LISTEN TO THEIR ANGRY MUSIC. WHY? IT'S ******** STUPID AND I WISH THEY'D GO AWAY."
"That's why."
"AND FURTHER MORE..."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

And when he raised his voice higher I just started yelling. Not screaming, not high pitched, but I just raised my voice high to compete with his, to show him what he sounded like. He sat down from beating his desk and just sorta stared at me, wide eyed.
So I started yelling at him.

"YOU ARE AN UN-CALM MAN. YOU. NEED. TO. CALM. DOWN. Now LISTEN. I stepped in front of that boy to take a punch for him, to take the physical damage and internal bleeding that would occur from it, while you stood idly by and did nothing, NOTHING to help one of your students, whom your safety and well being is under your protection! Do you think I *care* about any proper forms I need to fill out to be a decent human being? Those boys aren't even hurt, you saw them walk away. They could still pick up their book bags. The only thing hurt was their pride, that they couldn't beat up some defenseless kid to feel better about themselves."

So I got closer. He was just staring at me. He never had a student yell at him before.
Though at this point I was just explaining my middle school experience that I saw in the boy Adam and in my little brother, only in a round about way.

"And you want to know why they wear black and put on make up and listen to rock music? You know why they reject your teachings and your rules and their peers? You know why they reject SOCIETY? Because they don't feel wanted, they don't feel loved, they don't feel appreciated or needed. By their parents, by you, by their peers. And to be treated, or rather rejected, in such a fashion as this boy was doesn't make them want to join it anyway. And you know what? THEY. WANT. TO DIE. Even if it's just a way to escape to another place. Exit one world, enter the next.

You, sir, need to get your priorities ******** straight before you EVER talk to me in that tone of voice again."

I said everything I wanted to say in real life, and just walked away.

On my way out I met Adam again, and he just clung to my arm. I nodded and escorted him towards the bus area, which had turned into a court yard with another building on the other end. The sun was shining.
I saw two boys in white w/stripes polos and khaki pants and asked them how old they were.
"8th grade, ma'am."
"Alright, you're helping me. Defend this boy."

The two bullies showed up like I predicted. One of the white shirted boys defected and joined the bullies, which left two vs. three, since the little boy couldn't fight. The bullies fell for the same tricks again, and I ended up getting them on the ground fairly easily. The white shirted traitor wanted to joke with me, and proved more of a struggle, but I ended up covering his mouth tightly in this cloth I tore off my shirt-dress. He started to not breathe, and I wrapped it tighter. He went wide eyes and started tearing, but I held it until he closed his eyes and let go of me and stopped moving so frantically. Then I immediatley let go.

He was passed out, but his breathe returned to him. I held my hand over his mouth and under his nose and checked. Helped Adam stand up again and thanked the other white shirted boy for helping, and if he would please escort him to the bus and make sure he got home safely? And he did.

I sat down and leaned against the brick building and waited for the people to return to consciousness.

I was curious to see what they'd do, once they woke up, how they would react, and if they would react differently if only they woke up or if they woke up all together and had their buddy to share their actions with.
But my alarm woke me up.