Date: 9/23/2022
By brinkery
I visited my elementary school once again for regular high school. My school dreams either include my old elementary school from years ago or my current high school. I can’t remember the last time I dreamt about my middle school for some strange reason. It had apparently been a bit of some time before I had been to this school, because I was immediately placed under ISS (in-school suspension) and actual suspension. I had to go to this small room with other students, and it was guarded by an intimidating teacher or principal. I tried to do my work in that class to the best of my ability, but I was very confused as to why I was even there in the first place. Certainly I hadn’t done anything wrong? I also had to do ISS while I was at home. My dad watched over me and was sure that I finished my work. Suddenly, these little girls who always sit next to me on the bus ran inside the house and sat next to me. I told them that I had some work to do, and the older one went out of the bedroom. The younger one stayed near me. When I was finally done for the evening and all together, both of them had already left. The next morning, now clear of punishment, I went down to my homeroom teacher, Mrs. M’s, classroom. It was still the old elementary school building. Her classroom was at the the end of the hotdog-styled building. I asked her why I had gotten ISS. Her expression shifted from content to nervous and afraid, as if she were hiding something. “Well…” She started. “A.M faked your death.” I bore no reaction. It couldn’t be true. A.M is the popular class clown of the eleventh grade. He’s done some really jerky things to me, but surely he wasn’t capable of doing something as absurd as playing with death. “I tried to stop him. I really did. I talked to him on Facebook and sent him memes telling him to stop, but yet he prevailed.” Cue the flashback of A walking inside the classroom across from Mrs. M. She stopped him in his tracks just as he walked through the doorway. His class inside the room erupted into laughter as if it were quite funny. “What do you think you’re doing, A?” Mrs. M asked. “Oh, nothing, Mrs. M. Just walking to my first period,” he responded nonchalantly. She raised an eyebrow. “Really? Because I’m pretty sure your Facebook status said you were planning on faking someone else’s death for the fun of it. We might need to get that checked out.” “What, really?” He emphasized on the ‘really.’ “That’s crazy! I must’ve gotten hacked, because I couldn’t do such a terrible thing.” “Well, Facebook statuses don’t like, A.” This entire scene repeated like ten times, over and over again. This is all I can remember.
AI generated interpretation Interpretation: The dream is likely expressing the dreamer’s feelings of being wronged or treated unfairly. The dreamer is in a familiar place, their old elementary school, and is placed in a situation where they are being punished, even though they don’t feel they’ve done anything wrong. This could be a reflection of how they feel they’re being treated in their waking life, feeling as though they’re being punished for something they haven’t done. The dreamer then encounters a classmate, A.M., who appears to be playing a prank on them by faking their death. This could be a metaphor for how the dreamer feels in their waking life—as if someone is trying to make them feel like they don’t exist, or that their voice is not being heard. The dreamer’s attempt to get the classmate to stop their prank could be a way for the dreamer to express their feelings of wanting to be heard and respected.