Stupidly Funny Death

Date: 6/27/2016

I dreamt I was at school after I had not gone for 5 days. My teacher for "Tutoria" (I do not know what that translates to in english) told me to underline important things from 5 chapters in the book. We have no book for that class in real life but whatever. I underlined one sentence, but I just said "Fuck it". I asked the teacher if I was allowed to go to the bathroom and she said yes. I went to the bathroom and instead of pissing or shitting, I looked up at the vents and thought, "I should leave this fucking school." The vents were too high, so I looked for another exit. I found a small hole in the ground and I went in, but it was very short. Just a little bit of crawling and boom I am out of there. After exiting, I noticed a man coming towards me and I hoped he wouldn't notice me and he just looked at me weird. (Now that I think about it, I probably saw that man because I read somebody else's dream where a man is walking towards the author and the author hopes he doesn't get noticed, but he does. Anyways.... After that, I was suddenly in a pool, and I noticed a good friend whom I had trouble remembering his name since I haven't seen him for a long time. I noticed a cute girl, so I just started talking to her. She asked where I came from and I told her I was escaping school by going in the sewers and I ended up getting here. She asked me where my school is and I pointed towards a building at a distance, but then I noticed that's a hotel... I looked at the opposite direction and I saw Folsom Hills Elementary School... But I was only there my 4th and 5th grade... I later moved to Mexico, and in Mexico I have a class "Tutorîa".... I connected the dots eventually and found out I was in another country. I don't remember how, but I suddenly changed a my dream to some gameplay of a game that inspired Call Of Duty Black Ops 3. This game was from the 90's and had 90's graphics. There was even an Annihilator in the game but you would have many magazines for it. There was game mode based on efficiency. Suddenly I was at school again, but somebody cam in the door, and told us somebody's grandma had died... He even pointed the location of her death in a map. I don't know why but we were facing the wall now and we were mourning our loss. The guy gave a speech, and he said in one part, and I quote, "...But don't forget about the dildos...". Me and my friends were trying not to laugh, but we couldn't hide it very well... And that's it.