Date: 7/12/2019
By ItsABlackCat
It’s all very fuzzy, but I remember the overall gist of the dream. It all starts with me and Granny walking through the library of some very pretentious, probably strictly catholic private school. There are older to middle-aged women around (the youngest was maybe 20? Oldest was 70) stocking shelves or having one-on-one chats with students at desks. We go back and all I remember is my nervousness and anxiety, I didn’t want to be there, but we were looking at some of the books and even spoke to one of the ladies (AKA my grandma spoke to one of them and forced me to say hi as well). Skip forward some time and I was accepted into the school (to my dismay) and I’m in a classroom- presumably one in the school I had been in before- I think we were learning art or maybe history. The teacher wasn’t one of my teachers irl and the classroom wasn’t one I’d been to irl either. She was brunette, not bad looking, like maybe she was one of those teachers from the movies who all the young male protagonists always had a crush on. She was talking about homosexuality for some reason, and Ian (a kid who actually is in my class irl) said something about the conversation which made me realize he was gay. Not huge, just something like, ‘well if that’s true that gays are [blank], I guess I’m [blank]’ or whatever. It was relevant to the conversation that the teacher had going. (Or maybe she just asked if anyone was gay and he was the only one who raised his hand- I honestly can’t remember all I know is that I figured out he was gay.). I remember being surprised (but not really once I thought about it) that Ian was gay, and I remember being nervous about the conversation since I was closeted in the dream too. I remember having a folder and messing with it nervously, waiting for class to let out. Most of the kids were chill about to, nobody was like, being homophobic like kids usually are, but I was still super nervous and definitely not ready to come out.