What the actual hell?

Date: 5/31/2018

So I was a teacher at some school and there’s an art contest and many students were awarded with a medal but there was no winner. I thought that this one student should be the winner, at the time the student is my niece Bambi. Later it becomes Travis. So I am trying to convince the principal To let there be a winner, because the student is worthy of it. The principles issue was not that he wasn’t worthy of it but That he didn’t want the student getting undue publicity. So the next day I am subbing for the principal. I look over the PA system and pick up the phone and say hello, trying to figure out how this worked. Teachers in the office were looking at me saying things like what are you doing? And the principal doesn’t just say hello over the PA, put that down. I say I’m just trying to make an announcement and need to find out how it works. So I put the phone to my mouth again and declare so-and-so to be the winner of the art competition. After I get off the PA a group of angry teachers surrounds me. You weren’t supposed to do that they said what if that student gets publicity? I said he’s not gonna get publicity for popping corn! I just felt that he was using an art form created by a tradition his ancestors did and that he needed to be honored for that, what’s wrong with that? The kid had popped corn on the cob. This was what the controversy with him was over. I left. I had to go to the bathroom and there was this bathroom outside near a park I guess. The door had a large plate of glass on it you could see through. I had to go poop. A plumber came unlock the door and tried to get in to fix the toilet. I told him to leave. He left. I finished and got up and walked out the door but quickly realized I was not done and went back to use the bathroom. I’m in the bathroom pooping, And here comes the plumber again and this time as it comes I know he’s going to rape me, while I am pooping. I try to reach for the door to hold it but I can’t reach it and he reaches through the door jamb and unlocks it. I am trying to scream but the sound won’t come out very loud. That’s a reoccurring theme in nightmares for me. So I’m sitting there trying to get the sound out in different ways and he’s coming for me. This all happened in slow motion but seemed very fast. Then here comes Janice, a woman I used to know, an intercessor. And she runs to the door and screams at the man get out! As he turns to deal with her, I get up and run past him clutching my pants in my hand. I ran to her jeep and she’s trying to unlock one of the backseats. I want her to go unlock the front and drive but like most Horror movies it takes forever to get it open and I wake up before that happens. Eodair