High School Shooting

Date: 9/2/2017

"18+" (I say fuck a lot) Dreams involving too many known people, places, or events don't so much interest me. I'm dedicated to writing them all down now regardless though. I pick up in a high school. A high school with locker room showers. ( It's my belief that these really need to go by the way. Just give those kids who desperately need to shower some private space or allow them time to go home for one) Anyway the showers are central to the dream as in this world I meet my current real world girlfriend there everyday to take a saucy dual shower during the lunch "hour". This time she's running late, which doesn't leave us very much time together. I start the shower by myself so that at least only one of us really has any cleaning to do and I can sit back against the wall of the shower station and watch. (These showers in particular have a short wall on each side covering toe to neck or shoulder, depending on height, and have a curtain just as tall at the front) By the time I'm about done, she finally comes in and quickly undresses. The small locker room being public, my "usual" fears about someone coming in and making a fuss about us are there, but in this world I've done this many times before. I believed that from the encounters I had, people generally didn't care very much. This was not the case today. Another girl stepped into the locker room shortly after my girlfriend arrived and was absolutely shocked and outraged at our union. She yelled that we couldn't be doing what we were and I yelled right back. We fought for a moment, my main argument being that she should be able to mind her own business and go about what she needed to without worrying about us. It's not like we were fucking or anything. Anyway, I jump right from this moment to sitting in an oddly shaped classroom. There is a separation between the students and teacher created by a full-size desk that stretched from one end of the classroom to the other and a thick piece of glass or finely clear plexi-glass about two feet about that. The student's area is only about 7 feet wide and the teacher's was even thinner, but somewhat made up for its front to back thickness in how elongated it was side to side, maybe 30 feet. The teacher seems upset and just as he begins rambling his lecture he pulls from his coat a small, one-handed machine gun and points it, through the opening from the glass to the desk, at the students. I was prepared for this moment, either in the sense that I'd though about my reaction to it due to news stories, or possibly because this was my dream, but nevertheless I wasn't going to be a victim here. I stood up, screamed "Fuck this..." as if I was going to make a rant or stand up for myself with some speech, ran toward the teacher, jumped and somehow swang my body partially through the glass toward the frantic teacher. I probably could've knocked the weapon right out of his hand but for whatever reason I simply stopped, turned right around, and walked out of the door yelling again "No, no, Fuck this, I'm not getting shot, nope, Fuck you...." or something along those lines. I wasn't so well-composed once out of the room though. Three others followed behind me out of the classroom and we all ran. I think my fear was a school lock down and getting stuck with the rest of the students before making it out. (Another thing, I'm done with school, but I guarantee you that if there were an earthquake, shooting, or any other disastrous event at my school I'd be fucking running. Now sure, I get why it's a risk in either situation for everyone to go, but most kids aren't going to have the nerve to run unless their life depends on it right then and there. Besides, even if everyone takes off out of the clsssroom with you, fucking split and go a different direction. Theres more than one exit and youre probably better off taking a less known, more covert one anyway. My issue is, as soon as you know about one of these things striking your school, your life is more likely on the line sitting in one confined place. Also, just fuck the idea that I'm still going to let the teachers and staff retain their sense of authority in a personal crisis, I don't fucking trust you. +Please try to punish me for my actions in a life-threatening situation when I return to school, let's see how that holds up in court or even with the district school board. You heard it straight from me, don't listen to your teachers in the event of a disaster.) Back to the story. We hear gunshots going off as soon as we start running away from the class. Me and the 3 others make it outside. Of course, as in real life, everyone has a car to flee with except me in highschool. I'm sitting out in the rain for some time, contemplating on leaving, but go with texting my girlfriend instead. She says she'll be right out. From the sound of the announcements blaring from the outer megaphone of the school, not many people are aware of the massacre going on. While I wait, I test a few car door handles and take what I can from the open ones. (Not something I'd do now, but back then, yeah, it happened a few times.)