Date: 1/29/2018
By TabbleBabble
In this boarding school there are different executions of sleeping areas. I got his area that was kinda dark and grey and a bunch of my friends got that place too. I was very happy and content. I was minding my own Business when I saw my scary drama teacher yelling at a Mexican kid, I found this kid very interesting and kinda had a crush on him. I wanted to know why the teacher was yelling at him because this kid was nothing but nice. So I followed him down this loooong hallway that I’m assuming led to his sleeping area. This sleeping area was waay different from mine. After I walked down the hallway there was a big room (it was always changing but it was lit with yellow lights and there was grime on the walls. Now there were other kids that went to the school down there and the leader I’m assuming was about to introduce me as the new member of their sleeping arrangements but I interrupted and said “I’m not new! I’m just visiting!” Immediately after a teacher lady shushed us and commanded we take out our reading books and read silently. It was torture because I didn’t belong there and the book was so boring and the room was so quiet. Then later we were ordered to go to our beds. I went with the boy who was going to introduce me ( he had red curly hair) and a little girl (I think her name was Rosie). We went to this pathway that went over a chasm and off the path were long balconies that the kids had to sleep on. All three of in had to share one made for one person. Nobody ever slept there though because we were being terrorized by machines that would spray poison gas at you, shoot lasers if they heard you, and push you off into the chasm if you tried to leave or fight back. I saw the Mexican kid from earlier across from us and he was crying because a machine was shaking his balcony. I felt bad for him. I don’t remember leaving the dream. Just waking up.