School, Awkwardness, Loneliness, and Saving a seagull from Bullies

Date: 3/25/2017

I'm in the gym. it's not the real gym of the real school, but still the same classmates and Mr. R. We had to get together in groups, I pretended I didn't hear. Then I went beside my best friend, who was next to other girls. Then we had to find partners. I had nobody except for my best friend.She looked like she was sorry for me, and Mr R. asked who my partner was. I pointed at her. He was like, 'then go beside her'. I felt sad for being so dependent on her. When gym was over, I said jokingly to my friend that I forgot where my History class was. (I have dreamt of that school before, and History was my third block in this dream). While I told her, I felt worse for being overly dependent and warm only with her. I had no idea where my locker was in the dream, and was going down the winding stairway to the office to ask for the location and combination. Somehow, I was outside. There were people playing frisbee everywhere. On the street two boys were bullying a seagull. They threw the frisbee at the bird, and it would bounce to them and they'd do it again, tossing it around. I felt like I had nothing to lose, and I felt bad for the bird, so went over to help it. What more could bullies do? I didn't care if the frisbees knocked at me. They hurt in the dream but I withstood against it. The boys were big and fat. One looked very angry and sweaty. The seagull had something like a lamp shade thingy( what dogs wear when they have parasites) on its head, and it looked so beaten up and had given up trying to fight or fly away. I blocked the blows from the frisbee and shielded the bird while I freed it. It did not fly away, so weak it was, so I picked it up and began walking down the street. I had also realized that History class had already begun, but I was like whatever, although I did feel worried and anxious. Where would I put the weakened seagull was my question. There was a suggestion of Australia from a voice somewhere, saying how it would make the seagull recover faster if it went there. I wondered how we would be able to get there, by plane, and if I would do it. Then it said that the birds there were short lived with high mortality rates, and I changed my mind. I then thought of how kind I was for saving the bird, and thought of how I could tell my parents of my bravery. I felt happy, but also guilty for thinking that, because the seagull needed help. There is a saying that you should not boast your good deeds, and do them without seeking for a recompense. End.