I was back in my old secondary school rushing in the lunch break to rush some homework due in the next period - meaning I had 45 minutes to finish this two page essay. Walking furiously down the corridor I opened the door with haste and found a cubicle in the library with which to work, my pen furiously scrawling across the lined paper with the intent to survive. When I reached 1 1/2 pages one of my old friends barged in beside me and told me to look at the time - I had 10 minutes to spare. Telling them to go away so I could finish it, they said no, look at the time. It's time to wake up. They repeated this again as I stood up and realised this was just a memory, and I walked down the corridor again, now it was empty, and the dream ended afterwards.
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I was in a small boat lost at sea, the waters were fairly gentle, blue and warm, so it was anywhere that wasn't the Atlantic Ocean. The four of us were in high spirits until we began to run out of food and starvation began to take its toll. One of the four suggested out of desperation that we cast lots to see who we ought to cannibalize, I rejected the proposal and offered my left upper arm instead. The dream then ensued in a manner which ensured that when I awoke I had no appetite that day.
The next dream I was some sort of sorcerous construct fashioned in the shape of a deer buck. In the place of a solid body was instead the ghostly blue outline of a deer wreathed in wrappings of glowing blue ink and paper, held together in the shape of this deer by some unknown magical bullshit. I knew not why I existed or who had created me, but I knew that my purpose was to break into a school full of arsehole wizards and retrieve something from one of their top research floors. I didn't know what it was or who I was retrieving it for or what it did, I just felt a compulsion to grab it and go.
My first challenge was making it through the front door, which I managed by just following a quadruplet of students at a leisurely pace. The students seemed too busy to pay the glowing blue literature ghost deer any mind, and the guard assumed I was with the students. The students went to the right towards the commons to continue their revision whilst I turned left to a quiet but important stairwell sitting besides a main one. I trotted up the stairwell without incident and poked my head through the door undetected - with the only issue being that while this stairwell was quieter, it only brought me up two levels when I needed to go up two more.
Things go awry once I try crossing a courtyard and one of the faculty wizards notices me from the other side of the court and shouts to get that bloody deer. While the majority of wizards couldn't be arsed to join this benny hill chase, 3 old wizards did, and they were rapidly accruing a team of elderly and frail hunters on my trail. The elder wizards were unwilling to cast their voodoo magic fire at me whilst I was still in the crowd of wizards, allowing me to rush down 20m of courtyard and corridor into the main stairwell, where I made my way up to the fourth floor. Just before I made it to the 5th, two professor wizards started hurtling voodoo fire at me, which I barely managed to avoid by leaping over the rails down the spiral stairway to the fourth floor.
From there I hurtled through the double doors down the corridor, watched by bemused onlookers, only to realise at the last moment I had been trapped - the corridor had no forks or alternate paths, and I was now facing five wizards to my rear and one wizard in front. Taking my chances with the lone wizard I rushed forward and just barely managed to avoid getting singed to cinders - as the wizard in front of me had to deflect all the hell the wizards behind us both were inadvertently throwing at her.
Rather happy at this turn of events I gallantly fled to the right and up another flight of stairs, at last making it to the fifth floor. There it was positively swarming with angry old wizards and I was within eyeshot of the room containing the thing I needed to pilfer when three wizards grabbed me, and it was all over. A fourth wizard incinerated me and that was that.
After some puzzlement I realised I wasn't actually dead. The fourth wizard waited for all the wizards to clear out until it was just them and two apprentices, who evidently were all working with whoever had sent me. They had burnt most of me, but not all, and it wasn't difficult for them to repair everything they had burned until I was good as new. For a brief moment I thought wizards were not all pricks, but then they gave me the thing by tying it to one of my horns and threw me out of a window, prompting another wild goose chase through the city. The dream ended with the conclusion that all wizards are pricks
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