Nightmare School

Date: 8/29/2018

I had a dream where I was back at this school meant to turn you into a star. It was a horrible place. The hallways were dark due to the lack of windows. The concrete below was dirty and sometimes wet with blood. You are not allowed to have any relationships, friendships, or freedom. Anything that is too happy or social is punished severely. People are found in their cells dead every day. I was walking outside with my other schoolmates during the small amount of time they let us get fresh air. One girl tried to bring chopsticks in from the outside. Her friends tried to plead with her to leave it outside. I had a pair in my hand. I thought about sneaking it inside but something told me to leave it in the sand. So I did. The next morning, the girl had her organs removed after she fell asleep. I’m walking down this hallway and this guy is waiting for me to walk into his next class. He looks like someone I was friendly with in high school in my waking life. I look to the guy next to me and tell him “hey this guy wants you to go into his classroom.” Hoping to avoid any social interaction. So the other guy starts walking into the classroom and I turn around the hallway and start fast walking. The first guy seems frustrated since he obviously wanted me to go into that classroom and starts coming down the hall after me saying “wait! Slow down!” He seems nice enough so I let him follow me to my next class which I’m not really sure where that was and we ended up in an office. All of this office was just covered in desks. Desks upon desks pushed up against each other. You couldn’t walk in the office anywhere without running into a desk. I try moving a computer so I can move the desk and this lady yells at me “don’t touch that!“ Knowing how you can end up dead if you do the wrong things I tried calming the lady by telling her “I didn’t touch it to do anything wrong. I am sorry. I work with computers at home I’m just trying to get over the desk.” She believes me and I get over the desk and start trying to make my way towards the other side of the room knocking over another desk. I look at her sheepishly saying sorry again putting the desk back. And then sit in the chair and I ask her is this going to end? Do we get to graduate? Will it be anything like this? She seemed willing to answer my questions only by nodding her head. Yes. Yes. No. Seemingly aware of the absolute horrors happening, I break down and take my time crying. I wake up.