transgressions against God

Date: 6/14/2019

I dreamt that, for my senior year of high school, my mom decided to enroll me in this weird Christian boarding school. The staff acted kinda cultish, and so did the more devout students. Other kids like myself had been forced to attend. On the first day, a lady taught us to walk into class in a certain formation, which was required. Our instructor was also a coach, and she put me on the school’s baseball team. My one relief about being at this weird school was that I spotted one of my old friends (we’ll call him Colton) at practice, so I just tried to stick with him. Somehow the coach found out I was bisexual through my enrollment forms (??), and she kept giving me weird glances until she finally approached me about it. The things she said were positive, but the way she said them and the way she acted was kinda creepy. She said that the school officials were glad to finally have "some LGBT endorsement" of the school. I found this odd, considering Colton was openly trans and had arrived before I did, but I just brushed the issue aside for the time being. I guess word got around about me being bi, but most of the students were actually pretty cool about it. I even made some friends and was starting to enjoy myself more. But it didn't last long, because the coach started to give me more and more weird, special attention. She acted really creepy around me, and I was starting to think the school was plotting some sort of ritualistic sacrifice of the gay kid. I started to dread going to practices, and I always had my guard up. When I went to my dorm for the night after a long game, I found my roommate was still wide awake. He could definitely tell how freaked out I was. Then he brought a case of beers out from under our couch and offered me some, saying I needed to take a load off. Needless to say, I got really drunk and left the dorm to go find Colton. Coach found me stumbling around outside and brought me back to my dorm. I insisted I hadn't been drinking, though the truth was obvious. She was actually really nice about it–until we got to my door. She grabbed my shoulders and yanked me down slightly (she was shorter than me) to whisper something in my ear. She said something about SEVERE punishment for any "further transgressions against God". Then she just smiled and walked off, leaving me alone and terrified. At our next baseball practice, Coach carefully watched me from the stands almost the entire time. When she finally became distracted with another student, I frantically pulled Colton aside and explained everything that had happened with Coach since I had arrived. I asked him why the school didn't know about him being trans, and why I seemed to be the one getting targetted. He looked around to make sure we weren't being listened in on. "Listen," he started, "they don't know about me because I didn’t tell them. I figured if I was gonna be forced to go to this weird new school that I should at least go stealth while I’m here." He had a calm look on his face, but he kept glancing around, "So you’re not gonna tell anyone, right?" I swallowed, "No...of course not."