Craziness

Date: 7/7/2019

Well it started like I was in a class room, my Spanish classroom to be exact. And the teacher was this dark haired cutie. We had a connection. But then I had to move away. I had to move to a place where girls were meant to be perfect. In the dream the man of my literal dreams was roaming the halls, and he went into my room. The teachers there flipped out and said he was ruining the balance of my room and if he moved anything he could kill me. So he left. And I was put in. For some reason I already had friends, and with those friends we were comparing boob sizes(they were saying the small ones looked better just to cheer me up)The uniforms here seemed to be crop tops. One of the teachers said I actually looked skinner now than I did when I walked in the room.Then some boys(one my friends brother who I grew up with and he was always kinda mean) came in and asked if we wanted to surf. I was extaatic because I have never surfed before. But the surfing was just a pool (it looked exactly like my pool!). and Gabe and his friends were being weird anyways so i went inside. I told my friends abt how it was just a pool and not a beach(which I dumbly expected) and they were all like oh Kat ur so smart. So then I went back to my room, organized my clothes very nicely. Then I walked out to the balcony, where the man of my dreams was waiting. He kissed me and then left. I told my friends, their reaction was like ‘that’s normal I don’t care.’ So I went to my room. A teacher came in and yelled at me. The rules of this place was strictly no contact with the outer world. No texting, emails, calls...etc. I somehow got a letter out to the man of my dreams to come meet me.(I don’t remember dreaming it but I do remember thinking I did it.) She left and I pulled out the money I used to pay for the letter. I wanted to do it again, but that would be too risky. The next and second day was supposively Easter. We went to a PUBLIC church, and everyone seemed miserable. An old lady said, aren’t y’all glad to be here?! And I said, you have no idea. Life was sad but then I had an idea. What I I pretended to be dead so they would let me go.(now I think they would bury me but then I did not) so I found a way to make my heart stop, but for some reason I was still conscious. The teachers put me on a table and observed me. I tried not to breath, and they didn’t notice. One lady got these tools and started pulling out my teeth. She said “usually I’d put some numbing cream on this but I she’s dead.” It really hurt. And by the third one I got up and ran. This part is blurry, but I remember one second I was fighting, and the next I was looking over my dead body on the floor.