PCA reunion

Date: 8/9/2016

So here's how it all began. I was at PCA for a show (like an art show but not all art). This version of PCA is a bit different than the original, but the general layout of the school is the same. When you walked in there was a hallway on your left three stairs up. In the original building, the left hallway sloped upward to the end of the hall, where three more steps brought you to another hallway. Turning left from there only took you a little ways before the end, but turning right brought you to the longer end of the hall. In my dream world, the hallway simply ended at where the second set of three stairs were. Instead of the upward slope, multiple levels further down were higher than the last. Each level assigns to one room, of which there were five on the left. On the second level, on the right wall, was a separate multilevel apartment with a secret staircase for Jessie and her mother to live in. In the room furthest from the entrance to the hallway was where my mother and I were staying until the end. It was a large room with two windows, carpeted dark blue floor, and a large closet for both of us. Also, two doors, one on each side of the room, led to the hallway. Quite frankly we stacked things upon the walls, so It looked more like a storage space. In the next door down was Moni's room. I hadn't been in there. Not sure who was in third level, but it was dark in that room, also had lots of storage stuff. In the fourth room down was that blonde brat I used to know. Her room was pink, with a large bed, big closet on the left with a window inside. Hers had bright pink carpet and draperies, and her suitcases were stacked up high along the walls. Ugh back to her later. In the lowest and fifth bedroom was another blonde. She was older, had long blonde hair that was always curled, always in a dress with makeup and heels and polished nails. The vain lady couldn't be caught dead without lipstick, even if she tried. She had a butler named Pennyworth. Eventually I just called him Alfred. He was kind, nice, generous. I liked him. Poor guy always got abused with work though. Anyway, also on the right wall of the hallway, on the fourth level, were double doors leading to a giant playground. It had a huge swing set similar to VFBA's, and a playground set below, all covered in wood chips. I had decided to go to the right hallway however. There was an upper right hallway, about fifteen stairs upward, toward the building's back wall, and a lower right hallway, three stairs downward and more towards the front entrance. The lower right hallway led into the cafeteria. The upper right hallway was long and had the auditorium/gym on its left. That was where the show was. Although I stayed for awhile, it didn't take long before I got bored and elected to wander around. Further up the hallway, if I turned left, was an area I visited in a previous dream, where the electrical and heating system almost overloaded. I glimpsed in that direction but walked back toward the left hallway. On my way there, in the lobby, I remembered double doors along the building's back wall led to the outside, where grass and trees grew around a concrete path to the back parking lot. Eventually, I entered the left hallway. For some God forsaken reason, the girls assumed I wanted to play with them. There were six girls altogether, including me, Moni, and the Brat. The dare was to bring something precious back from each room, something we could easily get severely in trouble for taking. I opposed this motion, but once I realized most of the others accepted the proposal, I was off to protect my and my mom's room. Unfortunately, there weren't any locks. With two doors, I couldn't keep them out. I ran to our closet, assuming our most prized possessions lied within. They didn't even go near the closet. They found something much, much worse. A porcelain doll from my deceased grandmother, priceless to me, was not in the closet but next to where I slept. (irl the doll has cracks along the neck which we need to fix) I didn't get to her in time. Those devils in dresses broke her head off and ran off with the head, leaving a shattered body behind. The body still had the violet purple dress, but it was slightly ripped. I began to tear up, knowing how much that doll meant not just to me, but my mother too. FURY IS THE ONLY WORD DESCRIBABLE TO WHAT I PLANNED FOR THAT BLONDE B****!!! Carefully laying the doll's remains on a cloth, I set out for the fourth room. Along the way, I saw other girls working under Blonde grabbing precious items only to break part of it off. For some reason doll heads became popular to bring back. I got to the room. Blonde was sitting in a semicircle seeing what the girls brought. I politely asked for the dolls head back first, saying I might consider sparing her if she did. No guarantees for the girls who stormed my room though. That little b**** thought I was joking, a simple bluff from a "tough girl". She. Was. Wrong. I climbed right on top of her, pinning down her shoulders and arms with my legs, and beat with living daylight out of her. When she screamed, I gave her another punch to the jaw. Not that her jaw wasn't being beaten to a pulp when she wasn't screaming. Also, her perfect curls in that shiny blonde hair of hers were half torn out, probably only hanging on because of her hairspray. Her nose was most likely broken, while her right cheekbone was probably fractured. Then Mrs. Wendal came in. Someone should've warned her not to pull on me during a beatdown. Even as she screeched her horrible voice at me while pulling at my arms to get off, my feet were still kicking. She practically held on to my upper body as my feet kicked Blonde in the stomach and ribs. Mostly ribs though. She needed to feel the pain for a long time, so I avoided fatal injuries in certain areas. At least broken and fractured ribs required copious amounts of time to heal, and she would feel it every single day and be reminded of me. Mrs. Wendal, like the she-devil she is, took Blonde's side. I told her what she did, but like any good teacher at VFBA, she didn't care about the sentimental and property damage this stupid Blonde caused because the girl was filthy rich, and her father had influence. That was the actual problem in my mind. Property damage of others doesn't mean anything to her because daddy can easily pay back whatever it was worth, plus extra to keep them quiet. This girl needed to know there were consequences for her cruel actions, not just daddy to bail her out. Of course, none of this mattered if the right person didn't hear it, and this explanation fell upon deaf ears. As my "punishment", I was ordered to go to the fifth room and personally assist the middle aged blonde woman who thought she was a model but looked like a train wreck in heels. Alfred wasn't there unfortunately. The woman demanded breakfast from her new woman slave (me), and trapsed around the room doing nothing but looking in the multiple, strategically placed mirrors. That's when the hurricane sirens went off. Everyone began to evacuate to the roof, but this woman's stupid giant mirrors got in the way. Water began to rush in through the Windows now. Alfred showed up out of nowhere and quickly built a raft for me to ride out through one of the doors. I yelled Alfred once, but he only looked at me and said how kind I was to him, even though he was a man servant. He would now return the favour by saving my life. Only problem was I ended up sending my mom on that raft, saying I'd make it out another way. Pennyworth then quickly assembled a sort of mini compartment out of the two way mirrors and placed it in a corner where I'd get fresh air until I was rescued. The woman was frantically screaming, not knowing to get out of the Windows while she had a chance. I always called Alfred by his name Pennyworth, because it just seemed right for him. I said Pennyworth one last time before he closed it up. He was strong enough to break through the now fast and deep current and survive, but he couldn't take anyone with him while risking drowning them both. The woman didn't climb out while there was no real current, therefore I'm pretty sure she drowned. The dream ended once my little compartment was completely submerged in blue green water.