School is Weird

Date: 12/30/2018

I was in calculus class and I wasn’t wearing the khaki bottoms I was supposed to be wearing for my uniform, instead they were sweatpants. Instead of class my teacher lead me to a video game closet nearby, and offered to play video games with me. Instead I went to lunch in this nice cafe type place inside the school that was not the cafeteria. The school looked way darker than normal as if I was there at night. My calculus teacher is someone I’m normally afraid and distrusting of so it was weird I dreamed about him in a good way. There were people looking for me in the halls and I was supposed to hide from them but I don’t remember why or what they would do if they found me. It starts to get foggy here but I remember going to a kindergarten class for some reason. At the end of the day when we were about to leave my old English teacher comes up to me with her hair dyed bright pink, because she said it would help the board see that she was fun and lively. I remember feeling down because I wanted to dye my hair that color but I didn’t want to look like I was copying her. I went to the bathrooms which oddly looked really nice and found a weave lying on the counter? I decided to turn it into a tape in hair extension and I went to go dye it. I dye it a mix of purples and blues and pinks and greens. I put it in my hair and went to a classroom that seemed weirdly familiar, almost like I had dreamed about it before. It was a pool full of beautiful teal water, and it had these wooden blocks sticking out to sit on or walk across it. The windows in the class were huge and the sky they were showing wasn’t dark and it was beautiful. There was a man in there who claimed it was an art project but I had the strange feeling I had met him before too. He was very calm and gentle person. I told him I wanted to make a few suggestions on what could make his photo better. That if he took it during the sunset or maybe disturbed some of the water it would look cool. He agreed and I jumped in the water and started thrashing around in it distract and angry for no reason that I almost looked like I was drowning. That man looked at me concerned and sort of worried, but took pictures of me thrashing in the water. I’m not sure what happens after that but I’m pretty sure I stayed in this calm mans room for the rest of the time.