Boarding School and Death

Date: 6/4/2020

I was at this boarding school, primarily for kids who weren’t the best at academics and were viewed as the rebellious type. The school just looked like my house, my bedroom being my dorm room. I was new to the school, and was there for a reason. I was trying to discover something, but I’m not sure what. I just know I had valuable clues in my room from my parents. I think my mom had died and left them behind, sending me to the school to learn something more. I had one friend at the school, a girl who I trusted enough to tell her about the weird clues my mom had left behind. She was helping me to figure them out, and I was really grateful because people thought I was weird for being antisocial, when in reality my focus was on the clues. She spoke with the oldest professor at the school who met with me in a common room (which was my parent’s room in the dream). He was telling me about constellations with these books. Since I was new to the school and so determined to solve the mystery, I didn’t have many friends. If anything, some of the guys liked to tease and bully me about how much I “studied.” As I was in the common room, I saw a group of guys approach my room and I had to run to stop them. I didn’t want any of my clues taken. They backed off and pretended they weren’t doing anything, then headed to a party. The professor said one of my clues was linked to the constellations. The next morning, I was walking with my friend and two guys to class from our dorms. I was wearing a black skirt, combat boots, and a red shirt while holding my books. It looked like we were on a street in my neighborhood, heading to these big grey school buildings. These kids were the closest friends I had, and I was really grateful because I was still being teased for acting weird. The one guy walked ahead of us, and my friend told me that she was certain he had a crush on me. She pulled out a piece of paper that listed all the things he did when he had a crush on a girl, including adding the letter “y” to the end of words such as “grotesque” becoming “grotesquey.” Before the guy was out of my sight, I started running towards him and passed him, grinning at him. He began to chase me. In an effort to ditch school with him, I stole these car keys from someone’s front porch and offered to drive us out of town. The thing was, this guy was actually smart but tried to hide it to fit in. He told me it wasn’t the right thing to do. I shrugged and put the car keys back, and we went to school. However, on the walk there, the boy was staring at my friend. I had a vision of him dumping me for her. The dream changed completely. I was on WattPad to discover my friend CB had it and was writing a story similar to mine, but she didn’t even understand the concept so I was upset about it and that she was getting a lot of views. Then, I was in this big, grey auditorium. I was with GK’s mom and my family, only everyone was very sad because GK had died. Her mom was describing that GK had been electrocuted to death by this woman who came to our dance studio and offered to give her free private lessons. It was incredibly sad because GK is the sweetest girl in the world. I was then with MB at my home, but she was acting as if CB had died instead of GK. I started feeling like CB did die and was very sad about all the bad things I thought about her. I was scared MB was going to kill herself out of sadness so I kept a close eye on her as we played wii.