Some background: I have diabetes type I. Look it up if you don't understand and you want to, it's a rather prevalent disease and growing rapidly.
Also, I am in high school (a freshman), but go to college for the second half of my school day. However, on Tuesdays and Thursdays, I stay at school the whole day because I have no college classes.
Also, there is one case of an obscenity, used to prevent death. You know it, it's not like some of my fellow students don't say that phrase five times a day. I doubt it's that bad. And there is reference of a crush, but no sexual content or even thoughts of it. Why am I even writing this? This section is stupid. But I think it's necessary to prevent getting sues?
It begins at some point, and I am low, there is this senior throwing food at me. And he won't stop, and he's stopping me from getting to juice. So after the first fifteen times of saying "stop", I say "fuck off". Because in my dream school, that's a rather large curse word. The entire lunchroom, filled with students, in which this was taking place, gasps. A teacher comes over and is angry at me for three reasons. First, I said fuck. Second, I threw food at this person. (He was throwing it at me, btw.) And third, I was really low, why didn't I get to my juice? An ambulance was racing to save me, and started a car crash that killed three.
Then I was walking outside and explaining the situation to her. I think I was walking around the exterior of the school. Then she's not there, and I'm low again. I try to find a nearby door, and find Mrs. Freeberg, a teacher I once had. In elementary school. I'm in high school now, but am somehow not surprised. She's teaching pottery or something to other old people. (She's old.) She lets me into her classroom, which for some reason has a door to the outside (like some classrooms in middle school), and from then on, everything gets crazy.
I walk to the right, trying to figure out where I am so that I can get to the nurse. But instead of a hallway with a library, which is what would normally be there, there is this large commons. With a glass window, very large, that I sure as heck did NOT see from the outside. Also, I've walked past that hallway hundreds of times in RL and never seen it. But I get my bearings and come to terms with the fact that my school has changed, probably because I'm low. I walk with the nurse, whose office I have finally found, through the nurse's-office-turned-mailroom, and then we walk down some stairs. Also at some point we see Blue from Blue's Clues, a show I saw a decade ago. Downstairs, it plays like a 3d Mario game, without enemies, but then I see an angry cat that skids along a mess of twisty pipes like Turbo the snail, and then I am the cat. It's a minigame somehow. And I play it like the Turbo game, but I lose. Then I go back to my own body, and find my juice.
Then it gets even weirder. Apparently, today is Monday, but I stay at school and study in the library because I forgot. Then I arrive in the bus the next day, and the doors are way different. From now on, nothing in my school is the same. It's way larger, but has roughly the same shape. The organization is all different. I go to my classes, which I do not experience but just know that I did. Then because it is Tuesday, I plan to go to the library. However, I have no schoolwork to do, so I decide to go to classes that I would take if I didn't take college classes. It's rather odd, though, since now everyone's schedule is like that of middle school, where it is predecided for them which order, and everyone takes the same classes. No electives but the ones assigned to all, rotating every quarter.
So I apparently I am still in my last class of the day, science class. I see Jessica there, who I have a bit of a crush on. That's normal. (Somehow, by pressing a button on the "game screen", a fellow student rewinds time and makes her hair what it was when she was seven or something. Weird.) The classroom is somewhat normal, but the layout is all different. I think it might be one of the last days of school, but since it's at one point spring and then the next day a snowstorm, I doubt it. I have a large, overflowing binder (that's normal for me
) Then the class ends, and I decide to go to a math class. (I love math, but am not taking math in college this semester, for the first time in two years.) Somehow, I not only find a math class, but it's a challenging one, and Jessica is there too. (Makes sense; she's very smart. I know her from Math Counts (a mathematics competition) and Science Olympiad (obviously a science competition).) We talk at some point. Then I go to my locker, which is also the mailroom, which is also the nurses office. I do something there, then see Jessica, who recommends going to a music class next, since Art would probably be finishing up their sculptures, and I have a deadly fear of Phy. Ed. What's weird, though, is that I already go to music. I ask where it is, and she says "up there [points], behind the stool with music on it." Cool.
While walking there, I see the layout of the school. And here's the weirdest part of all. It's all familiar. The giant blackboard with the paper cutout pipe organ on it. I remember the first day of school, getting an inspirational speech involving the organ (somehow). The doors with names on them at the front of the school? To spread out the student entering the building and make sure they get to their right class. The several snowballs with paper taped onto them with students gathering around them to put their names on the paper? They're deciding Winter Electives, which I will not do because I am taking Winterm classes at the college. I discussed it yesterday with my parents. That music practice room by the front doors? Totally normal. And the layout is very familiar. I think it may actually be a hybrid of my elementary school, my middle school, my high school, some of my college buildings, some architectural designs I often see in my dreams, and something very weird. I go upstairs (which is NOT where my music class is) and see a stool with music on it. But when I go in the door, I do not see a music class. Instead, I see what looked like a fishing class but what turned out to be a astrophysics class IN a fishing class, because they're beginning to run out of room for them. They're very popular. They're on top of this large platform, and he's teaching them about gravity. Apparently, he wanted them to pull these two rocks, which he put on a fishing net/pulley thing that was already present in the classroom from its years as a fishing class, but they didn't. The only way up to the main classroom was to climb up the fishing net, so I did that. The teacher was explaining general relativity and its effects on orbiting bodies. I woke up.
(Also, when I was walking to music, I felt nostalgia for the first days of school, which I do in RL. I spend too much time playing and not quite enough time studying or spending time with my family. I think my subconscious is trying to tell me to stop. I've been having this problem my whole life, but DF has only made it worse, as well as the greater freedom and responsibility given in high school. The personal computer loaned to me by Stout for my time as a student probably didn't help.)
(There may have been another class in between math and astrofishing, but I cannot remember it well. I do remember that the "plot" involved Jessica and some other student dating. I was sad, but we were still friends. Besides, it was probably for the best; I find it very hard to talk to people I had an unresolved crush on for years after the crush, and that pretty much spelled the end for my three-years-long friendship with Desirae. I wonder if that represents something.)
(I have noted before, but will note again, that my entire experience seems to be an amalgam of my years as a student, my current school, and my previous and current expectations or wishes of what school would be like.)
Wow that was long. More than one page, at normal view, at widest screen. Dreams seem so simple and make so much sense when you're inside of them, but they can be very complex once you type them out. Is that normal?
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