I had such a weird dream. I was dreaming that I went to a different country, for a school field trip. Then we couldn't get back to the U.S, they wouldn't let us. or..apparently, there weren't enough planes. we had to sit in bathroom stalls and people were crying and vomiting all over themselves. there were dead bodies everywhere because the men were shooting at people who didn't follow the rules. We all had numbers..my number was 23. This one woman who looked like she was in charge of everything, was calling off numbers, and if your number was called, you could go on the plane. I kept thinking over and over in my head, about my family. I was wondering if I did not make it, would they let me call my family and say goodbye..So..I was yelling out my number, and the b*****d called 24 instead. Some of the students weren't even freaking out.
(in real life, they're too dumb to realise what's going on, so I guess that fit into my dream ...anyways.)
I went back into my stall and wept. There was a girl in the next stall to my left, and she had long red hair. She looked just like my friend Shannan...and I told her that. She smiled at me. Then the woman who was calling off numbers, started saying that taller, bigger people could go get on the plane. This one girl who was really fat stood up, but she wasn't tall or anything. A guy came up to her and shot her in her stomach because she was trying to leave when it was not her turn. All of a sudden the old bathroom turned into a classroom, and I was sitting at a desk. The lady who was calling out the numbers turned on an overhead, and started writing questions down, and I was looking at other people, to see what they were doing. after about 10 minutes of staring off into space and trying to figure out what the hell they were doing, I noticed a folder on my desk, and a little sheet in it. I had to write certain words from the question she put on the overhead, and certain words from the answer too. it looked like this ( _ a _ rose) they were already on number 20 and I started crying because I couldn't read the overhead, I didn't have my glasses. a boy who was sitting next to me kissed my hand, then gave me his paper and took mine.
(What was really freaky is that the words on the sheet looked like they were real, and in real life I didn't even know those words D: It looked like a pledge or something. I can remember some of the words...but at the same time I can't ) : In my dream, I knew what the words meant. Bah.)
The lady saw this, and she told the boy to stand up. She gave me a gun, and made me shoot him in the head, along with the red haired girl I talked to. afterwards I dropped the gun, fell to the floor. I hugged the two dead bodies that lay in front of me..then I took the gun, and shot myself in the head.
...and that's when I woke up.
(in real life, they're too dumb to realise what's going on, so I guess that fit into my dream ...anyways.)
I went back into my stall and wept. There was a girl in the next stall to my left, and she had long red hair. She looked just like my friend Shannan...and I told her that. She smiled at me. Then the woman who was calling off numbers, started saying that taller, bigger people could go get on the plane. This one girl who was really fat stood up, but she wasn't tall or anything. A guy came up to her and shot her in her stomach because she was trying to leave when it was not her turn. All of a sudden the old bathroom turned into a classroom, and I was sitting at a desk. The lady who was calling out the numbers turned on an overhead, and started writing questions down, and I was looking at other people, to see what they were doing. after about 10 minutes of staring off into space and trying to figure out what the hell they were doing, I noticed a folder on my desk, and a little sheet in it. I had to write certain words from the question she put on the overhead, and certain words from the answer too. it looked like this ( _ a _ rose) they were already on number 20 and I started crying because I couldn't read the overhead, I didn't have my glasses. a boy who was sitting next to me kissed my hand, then gave me his paper and took mine.
(What was really freaky is that the words on the sheet looked like they were real, and in real life I didn't even know those words D: It looked like a pledge or something. I can remember some of the words...but at the same time I can't ) : In my dream, I knew what the words meant. Bah.)
The lady saw this, and she told the boy to stand up. She gave me a gun, and made me shoot him in the head, along with the red haired girl I talked to. afterwards I dropped the gun, fell to the floor. I hugged the two dead bodies that lay in front of me..then I took the gun, and shot myself in the head.
...and that's when I woke up.
