I dreamed of my old classmates and how I plotted to kill them all. I had some extra-sharp barber/shaving knives and waited for them in the bathrooms and slit their throats one by one, but instead of blood, they bled charcoal (or ash?) I wasn't able to kill them all so I legged it. I did my best to conceal all evidence and make it impossible to track me down. I moved to another country, even I can't tell where, but it seemed like the US. I chatted with the taxi driver about music & Ireland. I saw many birch trees in my dream, to which I've been severely allergic to in childhood. I was calm & confident that I would never be found.