My School Was Killing Students

Date: 7/30/2018

This led on from another part of my dream that night, but I feel like it deserves it's own place, as it was really interesting and gave me a weird feeling. We were sitting in what felt like a computer room, but it led on from an outdoors scene, but also without the computers. Suddenly these staff members came in and told us to strip and change into our new uniforms. We were told that "There's no modesty allowed, if you try to be modest you'll be killed," which made a couple girls cry. I was somewhat afraid, and didn't start getting changed until everyone else was half done. I remember using my jumper to hide my shiz, and the monitoring woman looked at me and raised an eyebrow but I ignored her and got away with it. I lost my socks, which were like knee high. The uniform was like a blue school sports uniform, with a skort and the long socks. I was sat next to a girl and asked if she had the socks, but she said no, so I just didn't wear any. They supplied us with their own underwear, but the girl next to me said "My underwear is so much nicer than their crap, I'm keeping mine on," Something happened, and the staff member asked, "Right, if you want to be murdered, say that again," in a really threatening tone. My best friend said, "I'm not having this shit, do it," and they carted her off. A couple other girls also stood up and said the same, until more than half of us were stood up and telling them to kill us. I remember I was going to, but then I was too afraid of things that I backed off. I was left with like six other girls, and I remember thinking it was a pretty odd group left - I recognised Hannah as one of the girls left. The room then changed, and it looked like a really long version of the middle school art room. I remember saying "Oh, this is the art room!" We were shown a couple of drawings on a projector, and were told to make some in the same style. I made some that looked a bit like IDK How But They Found Me's skull logo, but it didn't look very good. My old art teacher walked in, and I listened to something she had to say to the person supervising us - and it turns out that my English teacher, Dr D, is the one behind it all. At one point, we hear the group of kids who had been taken away to be killed clapping. We're really confused and I remember trying to think of a ton of reasons why they would be clapping.