A Dying School

Date: 11/26/2016

I made this dream adult because it's pretty graphic and horrifying. Upon waking up I was in tears within moments. There is no way I could decipher this dream on my own: so please comment on it. I was back in school, high school that is. A large heavy bag with all my books weighing it down and my old falling apart sneakers duck taped to last just annoy longer on my feet. I met up with my friends and hung out just like any other day... but something was weird... my schedule. (In the dream it felt normal, it felt right, but upon waking up it wasn't anything like my schedule before) I went to a classroom that only had myself and two other classmates with a note from the teacher on the white board: "Will be absent today. No sub. Do the work on chapter 7 page 254." I looked to the lab tables and to my other classmates. They seemed just as confused about it too. We weren't given much in the way of thinking about it. The school's alarm went off and everyone evacuated. No one was talking in the walk out, no one was covering their ears, no one was looking up. But I did. I screamed (or tried to... whenever I dream I can't hear myself... doesn't seem to matter what dream I'm having) in terror, covering my ears but continued to walk with everyone else. Hanging above us with a thick rope around her neck was the teacher from my class. Something tugged at my memory. But I couldn't drag what it was out. I sat heavily tears in my eyes. I quietly wept for my dead teacher while I waited for something else to draw my attention. (A couple hours had seemed to pass) when we were given the okay to go back to class. Just like a fire drill. I didn't want to, but when I walked by I checked to see her. She was gone. They must've gotten her down. I went to my class trying to convince myself that we did have just a normal fire drill. I went to my next class: almost needing to see my friend... but she wasn't here. She was here this morning... why wouldn't she be here in class? Was my teachers death too much for her? I don't know... what I do know is that when that alarm sounded for a second time I wasn't going to like it. Everyone acted different this time... they were all looking up, they were all chit chatting, pointing, some laughing. I looked up to the second story ceiling and fell to my knees. In a long row of 20 kids, all I knew by name, were hanging by the necks with thick ropes like my teachers. My friend, I recognized, was first in the line. That's when the memory from before broke free. I watched myself strangle my teacher, then my friend and in fast forward everyone else. I killed them. I killed them. I killed them. And staged it as mass suicide... I killed them. I dug through my backpack and found a black pistol. I cocked the back... anyone close to me no longer were next to me. I looked up, crying and gasping, I had everyone's attention. I shouted to the sky so that it would echo throughout the building (I couldn't hear it but I remember saying,) "I killed them. I killed them. I killed them!" Then pointed the gun to my temple pulling the trigger. My body, already weak and sore from being sick, shot up. Gasping and on the verge of tears I recounted what happened and that it was just a dream. I can't seem to stop crying though, no matter how much I tell myself it was just a dream.