Fight The Good Fight, But Don't Get Caught

Date: 6/9/2019

I was in school, a boarding school, and also fighting a rebel resistance which used terrorism that hurt people in order to win their cause. They recruited killers into their program, like the mafia, and family's all joined. The dream detailed the lives of several teens who were either being pressed to join or wanted to join. I think both sides did this, but my side was in the right I felt. And it was illegal to do it, if we got caught (by the pubic? by the government?) we'd be in just as much trouble. They recruited from my school. School was a tough place to be. I was distrustful of everyone. We pulled off a coup which got them to back off. They had wanted to frame someone on live national television and they did it in another pocket dimension but we blew up the office they were doing that in and stopped them. Or maybe they blew it up. I just know it was the principals office, an important personage. I was at an assembly and a new blonde girl in an off white dress came and was standing beside me. She fingered my pussy the whole time and I was too shocked to say anything. Afterwards she walked me back to my dorm and eluded to other things she had done sexually, I got the impression she was dominant and a bit of a womanizer. She left and I put a measuring tape behind a metal plate on the door, to use it later. We almost got caught, the teacher who used that office had hid a knife there, or something with information he needed. It would confirm our story had been false and reality had been changed. It would confirm the truth. I raced back to the scene of distruction and allterted the female of our group, who was already there, to the situation. She froze time, being the same actress who played Piper on Charmed Hollie Marie Combs I believe her name was, and I did wonder even in the midst of this why the same actress wanted to play two roles where she could freeze time. We got to the knife. When we got it, the one who got to it had the power to see into things, make their information come out of them like a dream cloud all around. He did this to the knife and it exploded in a dark purple hue, a cloud of memory which was very very telling and helped our cause immensely. We needed That memory. We staged another blow up of the office and the lingering bodies were all burnt away leaving only the slices of hardword floor they had been on behind. Everything had been burned this time, except odd cages of wood over where the bodies had been. Like the floor rose up to protect them and failed leaving an empty wooden skeletingon. I went back to my dorm feeling devistated. I felt like I had lost something. I had three of my fellow fighters of the Rebel group with me and one was the girl who had fingered me. I threatened to send a lot of children to jail int he morning and the main dude left. The girl decided to leave too, but stopped to tell me she was a terrible person. I think it was code for, don't expect me to be nice or be your girl and don't trust me. Then she left. She wore a white pantsuit. The guy who was left cared for me, maybe in a deeper way than he should. He was a teacher. I went to bed, hoping my bed clothes were all clean and just started hunting for all my blankets and pillows, pulling pillows which had fallen from between the wall and the bed. He followed and I expected something, like an overly familiar comfort thing, like a hand to my head or something. But he lay down and I curled up on top of him and covered us both with the blankets and cried. He wore a mauve/maroon suit and a navy shirt. His hair was purple and he looked like a victiorian gentleman not some every day person. His hair was perfectly coiffed, not punk in anyway. I feared smothering him with the blanket so I went to move it but he already had. The door to the dorm was open and anyone could walk in. But the one wuo did was the other dude who worked with us. He told us about something then left. I felt very self conscious about the door. I mean this wasn't sexual but it was suspicious and I felt on edge. We had to blame the girl, the blonde one. She had done something which outed me to the school if not the world. I think it was involved with that blow up, she as on our side but she broke the rules because she was new. Broke an alibi maybe. He suggested I get a new hello kitty blanket. If they every questioned me if mine was slightly different then I couldn't be who they were looking for. I felt even more devistated at the thought of destroying my current Hello kitty blanket which was on top of me. It felt like it was heavy emotionally, tied to my entire life. Tied to a lot of pain but to something which strongly defined me that I feared loosing.