War

Date: 3/1/2017

I was skipping to my high school sociology class (which I never took) which was taught by my marketing teacher. There was an assignment to do something to make others uncomfortable as a way to study how people react. He used me as an example, and we played the nervous game in front of all of my classmates. (He's a pretty old guy, and not attractive at all) I was determined not to lose, and it ended when he slapped my ass and I yelled, "good game!" This part is hazy, but it ended up being an issue with the school, of course, but in the dream I was really upset that it was a problem. A bunch of dudes in trucks with guns came to the school and locked us in the gym, yelling and threatening everyone, trying to find the slut student (me). It was Neegan (yes, the one from the walking dead) who was interrogating everyone, but they couldn't figure out who dunnit. They sure liked to harass me about my blue hair though. It ended up being a full, blown war. Trenches in the football field, the high school boys growing beards, all fighting over me. I felt awful. The most vivid thing I remember from the dream is my boyfriend holding a huge camera, pointing it at me. The lens was almost as big as my face, and I could see me reflection in it. What bothers me most is that even in a dream, the things I realize most while looking at my reflection are flaws. I couldn't stop looking at the zit between my eyebrows and noticing how my hair was too short for the ponytail it was falling out of, but not neat enough to leave down. Chris smiled at me and told me I was beautiful, and I smiled. Next thing I remember we had a tv on the edge of a trench pointing in, and Chris and his little sister (age 7ish) were trying to play he Xbox on it, but the cord was too short to reach in, so they had to stand at the sides of the tv, which made it hard to see the screen. Lilian kept backing up and almost falling into the trench. I picked her up and held her on my hip, keeping her from falling and helping her see he screen. That's when the trucks came back. (By this time he high school was like a village). People ran screaming, everyone was terrified, and neegan felt like a jerk. They left us alone, and I woke up.